This morning I was depressed.
Submitted by The Continental on August 12 2001 22:04:34
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It happens you know, things pile on until they are too deep to manage. It's a habit with me; I often fail to realize what is at my disposal and in my past. Today I attended a festival with some family members on the grounds of the church I attended as a youth. I hadn't been there in years and it was almost like a museum to me now. Some things had changed, new additions and facilities and the like. I found the older part of the church where I discovered my old classroom where Sunday School had been taught. As a child it had been so large and wonderous but now it looked small and normal; so everyday. I recalled a time when my grandmother had been very sick and my father and I had attended services and lit a voltive in prayer for her. As I walked through the church it was slowly beginning to make sense. The reason it looked like a museum, the reason for all the memories is because I have not been there to renew them with ones of the present instead of using ones from the past. I slowly walked through the hall on my way through and there was a plaque on the wall near a new addition to the church. The addition had been dedicated to the priest that had been there when I was a child. I remembered him fondly from my time there. He was always willing to spend time with the Sunday School class each week. By then I knew where I was walking to. I opened the door and stood for a minute and watched the flicker of candles light the darkened alter. I approached the stand and lit one. Then I knelt down in a pew and began to pray. The Continental |
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