Saturday, April 04, 2015
This year, in those early hours, I was awake again, curled up on an air mattress in a dim hallway at a local shelter, wrapped in a sleeping bag. Cold. And keeping vigil — again. The little ones were restless, many of them with colds. A baby woke up every 30 to 40 minutes, the mothers' voices, hushed, exhausted and taut. And I woke, too. There was nothing I could do, a stranger in the middle of the night is no comfort to a crying child when their mother is there. But I could pray. I could keep watch.
I have an icon of Christ in prison on my desk at the moment. He slumps on a bench. Alone, exhausted, pulled taut between heaven and earth. I wonder who was keeping watch at that moment, surely his mother was awake and praying. What were the women who would so faithfully remain with him the next day doing? I imagine them awake, too. Being present when there was nothing to be done. Except pray. And keep watch.
To keep vigil is a powerful lesson in "being" rather than "doing."
Posted by Michelle at 4:53 PM