Emotion has no ration
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averygoodun42Church was a roller coaster this morning. It started off just fine, with me skidding in to choir rehearsal a few minutes late (though not nearly as late as I was expecting to be thanks to my quick thinking of eggnog as breakfast), and was able to sing the songs. Even though the people around me kept messing up. Yay me!
And then the service started. We usually begin our services with a "joys and concerns", where we in the congregation can get a microphone and share what's going on. This morning was a crusher. A friend of one of our beloved members' (the heart of the church and her husband) had joined them this morning because his daughter was murdered yesterday.
She was a freshman in college and in an abusive relationship. They are almost positive her boyfriend was the murderer.
They all saw it coming. None of them could stop it.
When I approached him (we were standing in the same small space; it would have been rude to ignore him) as he was waiting to leave, I offered my condolences. He thanked me and I felt sick. Offering condolences seemed like the worst thing I could do if only because it was another burden placed on his shoulders. he shouldn't need to thank me! I'm a stranger. He owes me nothing!
My heart goes out to him and them and... oh. Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.
On the plus side, it reminded me, once again, that I really need to look into starting a prayer group at our church. Surely, even though we're UUs, there are enough of us who believe in the power of focused thought/ prayer to come together for those who need emotional support...
But the morning wasn't all tears. After the service I caught sight of Babe standing in a corner looking withdrawn and lost. I was in conversation for a while, so I couldn't go to him right away, but I watched as he simply stood there. When I finally freed myself to approach him, I saw why he was standing there and what he was looking at... D, a young teenage girl he attached himself to on New Year's Eve.
He is completely smitten. And the really funny thing is that she seems to be immune to his Cute Attack.
Anyway, I did a quick check in with him, he ignored me and then I went to share with Geoff Teh Cuteness.
Laugh and cry and laugh and cry... And though emotion has no ration, it is honest at its core.
And then the service started. We usually begin our services with a "joys and concerns", where we in the congregation can get a microphone and share what's going on. This morning was a crusher. A friend of one of our beloved members' (the heart of the church and her husband) had joined them this morning because his daughter was murdered yesterday.
She was a freshman in college and in an abusive relationship. They are almost positive her boyfriend was the murderer.
They all saw it coming. None of them could stop it.
When I approached him (we were standing in the same small space; it would have been rude to ignore him) as he was waiting to leave, I offered my condolences. He thanked me and I felt sick. Offering condolences seemed like the worst thing I could do if only because it was another burden placed on his shoulders. he shouldn't need to thank me! I'm a stranger. He owes me nothing!
My heart goes out to him and them and... oh. Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.
On the plus side, it reminded me, once again, that I really need to look into starting a prayer group at our church. Surely, even though we're UUs, there are enough of us who believe in the power of focused thought/ prayer to come together for those who need emotional support...
But the morning wasn't all tears. After the service I caught sight of Babe standing in a corner looking withdrawn and lost. I was in conversation for a while, so I couldn't go to him right away, but I watched as he simply stood there. When I finally freed myself to approach him, I saw why he was standing there and what he was looking at... D, a young teenage girl he attached himself to on New Year's Eve.
He is completely smitten. And the really funny thing is that she seems to be immune to his Cute Attack.
Anyway, I did a quick check in with him, he ignored me and then I went to share with Geoff Teh Cuteness.
Laugh and cry and laugh and cry... And though emotion has no ration, it is honest at its core.
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