And on the seventh day, she rested

16 Oct
Yesterday I got a day off.
 
Having spent two consecutive days as a cranky-pants bitch (yes, I admit it, but on Friday I’d had almost no sleep the night before, and on Saturday I was forced to spend the day alone, still without sleep, as Michael went off gallivanting in a canoe), Michael agreed to watch Jade for the day so that I could have some time to myself. 
 
I didn’t exactly go crazy.  Despite needing the respite, it’s still hard for me to leave Jade.  But the first thing I did was to go to church.
 
I haven’t been to church since the summer and I know it’s not what a lot of people would do on their day off, but I’ve been wanting to go back.  One of the reasons it has been difficult to get to church is because the 10:10 a.m. French mass is right in te middle of Jade’s morning nap.  Since Michael was looking after her today, though, I went off on my own.  Wow, it’s so much easier to go places when you don’t have to worry about getting a baby ready to go!  I actually really enjoy the French mass: Father Claude is a terrific speaker, not to mention a really nice guy, and the sense of community is wonderful.  But I had an additional reason to make an extra effort to get to church yesterday.
 
Earlier in the week, Michael was working away on his computer when he got a message from an unknown person on Skype.  She said she was from Quebec and had a couple of cousins who had spent time in Whitehorse a few years ago.  They noticed there had been a Whitehorse mass on French CBC and wanted to see it, but CBC was charging $80 to send them a copy of the show.  So this woman decided to see if she could use the Internet to find the mass for them for less than $80.  The long and the short of it is that I called Father Claude, who told me he had copies of the taped mass on DVD for $5.  The easiest way for me to pick one up was to go to church on Sunday.
 
When I got to the church, a car pulled up next to me and honked.  It turned out that my next-door neighbour, Joanne, was there, too.  She was bringing food for a baptism that was taking place that day.  I helped her carry the platters from her car to the church.  The service was fun, and my heart felt warm watching the family whose baby was being baptised.  Father Claude made the ceremony very personal to the family, and took in stride the hyperactivity of the middle brother (about 5 years old, perhaps?) who kept talking to him and playing with his vestements and wanting to be picked up and hugged.
 
The gopsel reading was Mark 10:17-30, which is the one where Jesus says it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.  I’ve always disliked this reading: I enjoy my material goods!  This reading, I thought, always makes things seem so hopeless.
 
Father Claude talked about how Jerusalem was a walled city, and there was one gate through which travellers had to enter.  The gate was so small, it was called the eye of the needle and in order for the camels to pass through, they had to be unburdened.  In this way, any goods coming into the city were revealed and taxes were then paid on them.  He then went on to ask us what unneccessary things we were burdened with that kept us from living fully.  It was so refreshing to think of the reading this way!  I know Michael finds a lot more peace in going out canoeing (even in the snow!) than in going to church, but it did me a world of good.
 
After church, everyone gathered at the rectory to have goodies and continue celebrating the baptism.  Since I had just met the family, I felt like a bit of an imposter and ducked out after a few minutes and went grocery shopping.
 
I got home and had lunch while Jade played, and later in the afternoon, I had a good snooze, which helped me to catch up on all the sleep I had been missing.
 
So I didn’t exactly go crazy on my day off, but it was very relaxing and rejuvenating, both physically and spiritually.  I think I’ll have to try for another Sunday just like this one.
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One Response to “And on the seventh day, she rested”

  1. Nemmy October 16, 2006 at 7:13 pm #

    I like a good sermon too. Makes me think. In a good way. 🙂

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