Posts Tagged ‘Prayer’

The Day After

November 28, 2008

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I’m suffering from one major food hangover, but why the hell am I sitting here in front of the computer with a piece of pumpkin pie for breakfast? 

Finally got everyone out of the house yesterday at 9 p.m., got the kitchen cleaned up by 11 p.m., and then couldn’t go to sleep.  Stupidly stayed up until 4 a.m. surfing the Internet and playing Sim City 3000 (I learned that you can’t run a successful city when you’re zombie tired – I spent my city into the ground and almost got impeached, kind of like the American government).  Aside from the body malaise this morning, I seem to be suffering from a foggy, spiritual malaise.  I so believe what the great monastics taught – that too much food kills prayer. 

Good thing Orthodox Christians have a sure cure for post-Thanksgiving overindulgence – fasting till all the turkey and pie are out of your system; fasting till you think becoming a vegan would be preferable; fasting until you’re good and ready to pray.  (I’m eating pie though; I didn’t say I was a good Orthodox Christian.  I’ll begin again tomorrow.)

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Miracle Cure

October 15, 2008

What a difference 24 hours makes.  I feel 100% better today.  My recovery started late yesterday afternoon right after a friend and I locked ourselves out of the church as she helped me unload a few things for this Saturday’s church yard sale.  We were there early for a 7 p.m. parish council meeting and no one else was expected to show for at least an hour.   Standing on one of my kid’s old bikes, I managed with great difficulty to climb through an unlocked window in the parish hall.  All that effort seemed to do the trick and I steadily felt better.

This time yesterday, I couldn’t have felt more disconnected to God, but with a return to health, I’m suddenly clear-minded and actually mindful of God.  It’s so easy to say “Thank you Lord”, when I feel like myself again.  Maybe the little illnesses are spiritual cattle prods that suddenly wake us up to the reality that everyday isn’t going to feel as good as this one.  They’re preparations for the times that we know will come to all of us, the life-threatening illnesses and injuries, and eventually death.   I’m disappointed to realize that if yesterday’s test run was any indication as to how I’ll handle the biggies, I think I need more practice.