Sarx

AD Had another pulmonary issue today – a blood-level reaction to the medication he was on. Mom called at 2:19 and I tweeted it and facebooked it.

You know, when people talk about “feeling supported” by prayer, I’ve never actually had an understanding of what they were talking about until now. Even my otherwise non-religious friends were throwing good-thoughts in Dad’s direction (and mine). Buoyed up is the way I’d describe it.

There was a book called “Space Time and Beyond” that had in it a lot of cool cartoony illustrations around the topic of particle physics (as it was then understood) and the mystical implications of same. I remember one of a young woman held aloft by white holes in an explanation of a possible anti-gravity device.

That was the image that came to my mind today as, for the second time, I tweeted and facebooked asking for prayers – and got them. From a Monastery in France, and wiccans in Canada and California, from Anglicans around the western world, and persons of various and no traditions came little bubbles that were palpable, tangible, sustaining. It was rather like being lifted up. And I don’t think they were praying for me at all. But I felt as if my own cry of “Kyrie Eleison!” was suddenly joined in a choir. And it was a comforting joy to be in the choir!

Thank you.

Much love.