Christmas morning, and im sitting in the 6th row listening to a "soon-to-be-priest" talk about the unknown, thinking:how much does he really know about the unknown, when obviously he found his purpose in life. Normally this is the part i tune out, because its just the priest interpreting the readings,if that, but lately thats changed. So he's going on and on and im not saying i can disagree with what he said because it was all true and related to me its just one of those things that might mean more coming from someone else. But then he told us this story about his grandfather; "I used to sit in that very first seat right there (pointing to the front row) growing up, with my family, and just about 5 years i was sitting there with my elderly grandfather, whom was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer and my grandfather, who had been going to this church for thirty years turned to me and said 'where are we?' and i said grandpa we're at church. so for the rest of mass i had to show him the prayers to say and tell him when to stand, kneel or sit and then it was time for communion and we started walking up and i told him to fold his hands, but then the second father [the priest] held up the euchrist my grandfather put his hands out and said Amen [which is what you are taught to do and say]." This story probably doesn't mean anything to you and i don't even know why it meant alot to me, maybe because it was just unexpected, the results of how easily you could see God's presence that is? And the things that do mean the most to us aren't expected, hence falling in love.
with love
mary
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