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| Thursday, July 20, 2006

YESTERDAY

Yesterday at morning prayer the Bible passage tells us to beware of evil men. Who cannot go to sleep without thinking evil, who are not satisfied unless they have done a bad deed. Vengeance is always on their minds, they drink in violence. And I think how strange because this person I am watching for seems a lot like me.

At Mass, the mother of two rowdy girls sends them up into the communion line to receive a blessing. They do not find their place, but rather skirt through the knees of the communicants, bogart their way to the front of the line. They stand there, hands over chest waiting for the priest to bless them. The whole line waits for them.

And then one sister shoves the other to the church floor. Then the other sister shoves her. They do no real injury. They just love shoving each other, they are in a dance and a tangle until their exhausted mother arrives and swoops them away. And I think, these girls are a lot like me.

posted by Chris

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