In last night’s post, I mentioned that I live life in the slow lane. Today I heard back on that thought, beyond the comment Erik left to that post.

One of my duties as an acolyte in the Liturgy is to read the Epistle for the day in English. This is a selection from the letters of St. Paul, sometimes from the Book of Acts. Another man reads them first in Slavonic. Today, before the time for that reading, the priest told me to read it more slowly this time. So I slowed my pace down quite a bit.

After the service, I asked if that was OK, or if it should be even slower. He said it should be slower, that I should read from my soul, and the congregation would listen more attentively. He pointed out that we are all headed to the same place — the grave — and there’s no need to be in a rush along the way.

Ponder that a while, buddies.