Sunday, January 27, 2013
Timothy is busy. He's dragging a stool, rummaging in the drawer for a cloth napkin, lining up kitchen chairs, and looking for a plastic cup. He asks me for a prayer card.
He announces that it is time for church and everyone has to come. Now. He means business.
We sit in chairs before his "altar". He lifts his hands and says please rise. H stops to get mad at his older brother who is a little slow in responding. Vanilla wafers are the host. Water is the wine. He makes us say the Our Father and the Prayer to St. Francis...
He tells us to go in peace.
He calls us back in ten minutes to do it all again.