The Knitting Theologian

It’s Holy Thursday morning. I’m not working today, so for once I don’t have to rush home, change, and skid into the music room at church just in time for warm up. Instead I have time to reflect on tonight’s liturgy, and to drink a great deal of water in hopes of washing away this head cold that wants to take over.

I had a fruitful session of mental prayer this morning where I thought about the great gift of Eucharist, which we will celebrate tonight. I remembered that last year I was abstaining from Communion and how I wondered whether I would be able to receive in a year. I am so grateful to God that this year I will be able to receive Communion, and I am looking forward to greeting Jesus at the altar of repose later tonight, where I know He will see me, and recognize me.

Theological conundrum: if I promised God I would accept whatever cross He sends me, and He sends me a head cold during Holy Week when I am singing at every Triduum liturgy not to mention Easter Sunday, am I cheating if I throw everything in my home pharacopia at the head cold?

Discuss.

No, I don’t think I’m cheating either. I trust that if He wants me to sing well, He will give me the ability to do so. And I’ll just force fluids and take Zicam and have pho for lunch and rest (or try to).

In other news, I am suddenly seized with knitting fever again, and am wandering around the house with my needles and yarn, knitting a row or so every time I sit down. Providentially, knitting and rest are not mutually exclusive activities.