I’m home with a cold.
It’s a crummy day.
Usually my day is me trying to do as many things as I can,
all at the same time. To say I've
perfected multitasking would be stretching any understanding of its implications. It’s better illustrated as Lucille Ball working
in the chocolate factory; with my hands waving hysterically. Today I am home and unable to even try to get
anything done.
I am glad it’s Sunday, crummy cold and all.
As disappointed as I feel for missing church today, I am
feeling grateful for my yiayia (grandmother in Greek). She taught me to respect and love Liturgical
Time forty years ago. I was just a kid
and my sisters and I were sleeping over her house because my parents went away
for the weekend… a wedding or funeral, I don’t remember. But on that Sunday morning we didn't go to
Church. Yiayia didn't drive. I woke anticipating a morning
to play checkers, cards or watch TV. I quickly learned she had a strict rule for Sunday mornings. Neither games nor a cartoon on Sunday mornings
until church was over. Nothing until
noon. No chores or dinner prep for her
either. Her reasons were clear. Sunday is a day for Liturgy and prayer. In our town, just a few miles away, faithful
and able Orthodox Christians had gathered for Divine Liturgy, and even though
we weren't there, we were to honor it.
I can’t thank her enough for that lesson.
Fast forward forty years.
I wonder what my yiayia would say about all the LIVE liturgies available
online. I imagine she would love it. She’d probably sit with her full attention on
the Liturgy, loving every moment and the gifts modern technology gives. I doubt she’d be folding her laundry (or
writing a blog post) while it was playing in a feeble attempt to use it as an excuse
to multitask. No, she would remember to
keep Sunday mornings in prayer and as close to Liturgy as she could get. I miss my Yiayia Ekaterina. May her memory be eternal.