I figured since I had my own personal miracle, I would start exploring the various institutions that are founded on mircacles. The church I went to yesterday had an especially funny (to me, uninitiated into the realm of organized religion) call and response. One that I found both amusing, relevent and profound. Especially that this call and response has to be constructed so it makes sense backwards as well as forwards. Would it be incorrect to liken to a palendrome?
Call: God is good.
Response: All the time.
Call: All the time.
Response: God is good.
Because it was a mass commemorating the Last Supper, the elders of the church washed and kissed the feet of the congregants; an extremely intimate and unexpected (to me) gesture that really did seem to embody the lesson that we should honor and take care of one another. It was all done so lovingly, it didn't even strike me as the least bit corny. I had to cry.
Although Bo was nauseaus again at bedtime last night, he woke up this morning full of joy and happiness. We will see if this nausea diminishes tonight or not. I'm hoping it finally does, but we will also have an ultrasound this afternoon to confirm the status of the last kidney stone. I'll post new pix later tonight.
2 comments:
Happy Easter to the three of you, with or without church, god and miracles... I tend to go without these days but who really has any idea? Whatever works, I say.
Give Bo a big hug from another mama in snowy Germany. Love does work.
If religion has lent a hand to Bo-tastic miracles, it could be because our family represents more of them than you could shake a stick at. You ought to put up that studio one of the Velarde-Chan fam for the rest of the "Blog-o-sphere" to ogle. Or the group one with all the cousins, they're way over-cute. Love from Jennie and I.
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