Missing the
Messiah
by Paul Finnigan
Leno Lennox-Rosolini
was the happy-go-lucky child of a mixed marriage.
The boy’s mother, Giovanna, was a deeply
religious Roman Catholic who attended church
every Sunday and was always accompanied by little
Leno. Leno was amazed by the numerous ornaments
at St. Marcellus but one was particularly special
to him. Behind Father Foligno hung a magnificent
mahogany crucifix with Christ’s figure in
white marble.
One Sunday
Giovanna was sick with the flu and unable to
attend church, much to Leno’s disappointment.
The boy’s dad, Ken, a Presbyterian decided
to take the young lad for his first visit to St.
Timothy’s.
“Where
are all of the candles and the statue of the
Virgin Mary?” asked Leno as the two seated
themselves in the front pew.
“Shhhhhh,”
whispered Ken.
Reverend
Ferguson was a portly man who stood wide at the
pulpit. He commenced as always by turning to one
side, raising his hand to a large, but plain
wooden cross and announcing “Welcome to the
House of the Lord.”
Suddenly Leno
screamed out. The congregation and minister
remained still as the boy continued to howl.
“What’s
the matter Leno?” begged Ken, hugging his
son as the boy’s response echoed throughout
the commodious dwelling.
“OH MY
GOD DAD! SOMEBODY STOLE JESUS!”
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