326. Reading in Church

Sometimes, if I am not taking photos, I get asked to read one of the bible passages or prayers of the faithful at Mass.

Last Saturday evening was the first time I was asked to do so in nearly two years, and one may wonder why after such a long time?

No, I had not suddenly become a public outcast or outrageous sinner, nor stopped going to church or lost my voice. I had, however, developed muscular inflammation and anyone who has had it knows how difficult it is to move one’s arms, legs and anything else for that matter. So either I took a stick with me or get someone to help me up, I would never have been able to climb those three steps to the sanctuary where the lectern is, without making a true spectacle of myself.

Fortunately, for a while now, I have been able to walk properly and even regained much of the use of my arms. I’m still taking medication, namely, one of the last generation anti-inflammatory pills which limits the damage to my stomach considerably- and exercise, exercise, exercise… But I’ve almost become normal again.  The proof of that, climbing the steps to read in church again- just like a ballerina.