This morning I was reading in my Breviary. Today is a memorial to St. Bernard. As I prayed and contemplated, I spotted a spider crawling on the table. I watched it progress towards me. It actually had the chutzpah to creep onto my prayer book. Blasphemy! Abomination!
Of course, God created all things, spiders too. I know that, but spiders bite and I did not kill him for pleasure.
One could think that I helped the spider to his heavenly home sooner rather than later.
Okay. I slammed the book closed on it.
That was the end of my Office of Reading. I didn't do Morning Prayer, either. Nor Noon Day Prayer.
I just sat down now, to pray Vespers. I opened the book gingerly. There the culprit lie. Right underneath the antiphon:
Come to me in your distress and I will save you.
I'm sorry I'm not sorry.
No comments:
Post a Comment