At some of our main gates stands a cross with doves flying upward around it. This reflection dwells on the inherent hope and promise of a cemetery as the burial place for thousands of faithful disciples of Christ.
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. — Psalm 55:6
Ascending doves around the cross of glory. The cross is empty. Our hopes are full. The cross — rooted in earth, from which we are made, to which we shall return. The doves — defying gravity, soaring upward in flight, lifting up our hopes. By Christ's Cross and Resurrection, we have been set free.
So, when you enter our Sacred Burial Grounds — do so with faith in Christ's Triumph over sin and death, do so with reliance on Christ's Resurrection to new life. Be not downtrodden nor troubled, lift up your heart, renew your spirit.
Hail, O Cross, our only hope!