Rediscovering the Angelus

Rediscovering the Angelus

When I was in Kindergarten, my teacher was Sister Angela. She had copper-colored hair that peeked out from beneath her veil and intense black eyes that sometimes hid her gentle nature. She always called the children by their full names, and she would not let us color with a black crayon because “it’s a sad color.” 

However, the strongest memory I have of Sister Angela is that she taught a roomful of five-year-olds how to pray the Angelus.

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