Mrs. Jose stood at the church window and motioned me wildly outside. I was bit surprised, She wanted me to help her son in participating in the Maundy Thursday Mass. Her husband was out on an errand. The ‘son’ is much older to me. I am not fully aware of his condition, but he has some problems with controlling his body parts. He is very sound mentally but there are restrictions with hands, legs etc,
I helped him in and guided him to the seat beside mine. Through the corners of my eyes, I saw him wiping his nose on his hands and shirt sleeves, he apparently had problems with picking up his hanky from the shirt pocket. I retched on thinking I will have to hold his hands after the service to help him out. The service went on with beautiful music and images of silent faithful remembering the sufferings.
I stretched out my hand to him. Apparently a small sacrifice compared to the hands that voluntarily stretched out to be nailed.