Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Praying with your Feet
Like Matushka Anna, I spent last Sunday praying with my feet. Carrying my littlest ones, (sometimes in arm, sometimes by the unwilling wrist) back and forth so that they would not be disruptive. I admit that a good 85% of my energy was spent in frustration. I want to work on that.
I saw something while I was so occupied that is worth an entry. Our parish's Reader, whose name is Luben, has a small child. She is tiny and sweet, maybe 1 year old. Last Sunday he came out with her several times to hold her and snuggle her and while he did, even though he was standing on a gravel path, he continued his part of the liturgy. I watched him through the windows for the most part, amazed at him holding this fussy baby on his hip while he sang, made the sign of the cross, bent to touch the ground, and continued like so for a long time. It was amazing.