Sunday, May 16, 2010
Today, my son Zachary and I had the rare experience of being the only ones from our family in church. Zachary was born in the Philippines. Until he came to be in our family at age nine, he was raised in a Roman Catholic orphanage by nuns. Zachary is thrilled with our decision to return to the Anglican church. Being alone with him this morning, I realized that he, too, is coming home. He could hardly wait to get to church.....he was up and ready long before me........he made it clear to me last night that he wanted to be in church today. I'm sure he thinks he's in a Roman Catholic Church. I 'm saying what I "think" he is thinking because Zach is deaf and unable to speak due to athetoid cerebral palsy. Our communication is sufficient, but limited. Zachary is a model of etiquette. He crosses himself at the appropriate time and kneels at the proper times, and I may add, not the lazy sort of kneeling with one's knees on the kneeling board and one's bottom on the pew. Zach kneels upright for minutes upon minutes at a time.....pretty good for someone with a severe physical handicap. Zachary is totally serious about worshiping God and praying to Him. It is such a blessing to pray alongside him.
So, this morning, Zach and I worshipped together. We have both come home to stay. I'll be worshipping in the Anglican church until I go home to Heaven. When taking communion, I sense the presence of my parents there with me. I know my brothers are somewhere in an Anglican church saying the same prayers I'm saying. It brings me so much peace.