... and he sang

I was at Church with my kids this past weekend. My wife was stuck at work. My younger son was in the Church's basement with the Little Lambs program. I was at mass with my older son who is 7 and my daughter who is just over 1. She was a bit of a handful, but my son was doing his best to help keep her in check.

At one point in the mass, after the homily had ended, parishioners started to line up to receive the anointing of the sick. The musicians started up a traditional hymn called Healer of Our Every Ill. I took out the blue Gather Hymnal and turned to the song. My son looked up at me and said, "Dad, I want to sing with you."

The next 5 minutes were some of the most moving I've experienced. He sang with his beautiful voice which I have heard laugh and scream and cheer and yell, but never have I heard him sing with such purpose. I sang with him, but more quietly than I usually do, as I wanted to hear him. He sang along with me, reading the lyrics and hitting all the notes. I was in awe - in awe of him, in awe of the Spirit, in awe of my faith, in awe of my family.

I have always been so appreciative of my family and my faith, but it never hit home quite like when I went to Church that day, the piano started to play ... and he sang.