Ever run an errand and return with a profound sense of gratitude for something you thought was unappreciated?
A cursory greeting led to an extended visit in the grocery store aisle.
What started as, ‘Didn’t realize you lived nearby’, ended with a humbling realization that someone noticed.
Not growing up in the Catholic Church (converted in 1999 at 40), the approach to becoming a Lector (reader) had no boundaries. Most Lectors read in a monotone, uninspired voice – probably passed down as tradition.
It didn’t (and still doesn’t) feel right.
Joanne (retired) notices. And is very grateful someone in our congregation isn’t hemmed in by what everyone else does.