I watched Born Without a Face last night. Like other TLC stories, this one touched my emotions. I felt love for Juliana through her parents. It was like she was Ella and I was hugging and kissing her before a surgery. I think there is something sacramental about putting yourself in the place of another. Perhaps that is why I like acting. After watching the show I had to give the kids an ardent good night kiss and hug them, though they were asleep already.
I also felt I had to pray. The emotions and images wouldn’t leave me alone. I got on universalis and prayed compline. Ray Orth sent me an email asking me how the hours were going, and I had to admit since my Lent book ran out, I haven’t tried much. This Sunday night, last night and now twice today universalis has been a joy and succor to my soul. I’ve missed praying the psalms.
