Hooked

[poliphilo]

That was Low Sunday. Not many came to church. After the service I picked dandelions. I gave the flowers to Ourdert and the leaves to the rabbits.

And I befriended a young man who turned out to have a rather ticklish problem. We brought him home and I found myself ringing round, trying to find him the specialised help he needs. I got somewhere, I think- but the story isn't over yet..

I still struggle against being pulled into church life, but the more I struggle the further the hook goes in. As Ailz points out, I was carrying on yesterday- in taking the young man under my wing- as if I were the bloody vicar.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

The people are the church. You don't have to accept or take a title. When you help him, it helps you. (And I mean spritually, not for personal gain of some kind.) I don't understand why we all want to struggle against it, but we do. Thank goodness for people (like you) who are willing to help. It is the right thing to do.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

It seems to me that the church is a community or nothing- and people in a community help one another.