Open

The other day, I needed to go pray. It is true you can pray anywhere, but I felt the need to be in the house of the Lord. And since it was not a Sunday, or a designated "prayer" time most of the Protestant Churches were closed, doors locked, and in some cases parking lot gates chained. So, I went to a Catholic church, I am not Catholic, and have at times called it along with Jehovah's witnesses a cult. It is not a cult, there are just some traditions I strongly disagree with, but when it came time for me to pray, the church doors were open, and I was not turned away. I am having a flashback of when I was in high school, and we went to London, I was with this tour group and we stayed awake partying and they were (not me) smoking green stuff (spoiled brats), and it was scheduled on the tour that we attend Easter Sunday Mass at Westminster Abbey the next day, and I was so sleepy from staying up all night that during prayer, I was so thankful for the padded prayer stools, because I was comfortable kneeling to sleep during that seemingly long service. I remembered those prayer stools, and was thankful again when I needed them this time to actually pray. I was delighted that the church was open, it was only a hand full of people, mostly older women but of all ethnic groups. I didn't feel awkward at all. I felt welcomed, and as I knelt to pray I was comfortable, even once the tears began to flow. People always have a way of making you feel weak for crying, it was just how I was raised. Out of all the funerals I have attended I can count on one finger, how many I actually cried at. Since becoming pregnant though, it is like the water works have been turned on, and I can cry at a moments notice, but I don't like to because it drains me. I need a good sleep afterwards, and with the little lady to care for I can't just cry and then sleep. Anyways, I was happy that the doors of the church were truly open when I needed them to be...it was nice.