Spirit

It was another usual day at church this morning. The fans were humming and shuffling the dense humidity. The lights were dimmed to help retain the faint wisps of cool air that was entrapped in our small worship space.

   Alan was bored and kept complaining of his stomach hurting so my attention was half on the mass taking place.  I had a few moments were I prayed fervently for my sister and some friends but other then that I was just rolling through the motions.

     Until I looked over my shoulder to where a lady in her late 60's was caring for her two 20year old adopted black handicapped sons- wheelchair bound and immobile.

The priest came around with the Eucharist to those who could not go up for communion and had given them both the body of Christ. 

     I watched as the one son had the aeucharist in his mouth, having trouble chewing and swallowing, she stood there guiding and caring for him so as to make sure he wouldn't choke.  This amazing act of service, caring, grace that happened between them caused tears to well up in my eyes. I was choked up at a special moment that only God and I witnessed but grateful for the experience. It brought me to the higher realm of the love that Jesus is all about. I am beyond blessed for such a wonderful "spirit" moment that God gave me today.