We went to Mass on Christmas Eve and as the choir sang and the lights were dim, and I was all snug between my husband and daughter I took a moment to look around. I noticed that sitting just two rows in front of me was the Luckiest Man in the World. I wondered if he knew how lucky he was. I hope he does.
Why is he the Luckiest Man in the World? A man I have never even met. A man who may be dealing with all manner of crisis, financial problems, job worries, tooth decay, and aging parents? Well, as I watched this Lucky Man, his wife put her arm on the back of the pew and encountered the back of his sweater. So she took a moment and rubbed his back. Then his youngest son climbed into his lap a few minutes later and began touching his face and giggling, the way babies do. After awhile (I know it sounds weird that I've been staring at him this long, but he is right in front of me AND between me and the altar where I'm supposed to be looking and paying attention, not composing blog entries in my head...) we all stood up and his oldest son grabbed his hand and just held it for awhile.
If you have someone, anyone, any living thing at all that wants to sit with you, hold your hand, rub your back, or touch your face, you, my friend are Lucky. Because also sitting in that church was a man, sitting alone. No one rubbed his back. No one held his hand. I hope his house is just filled with people crawling all over him and that church is his one chance for some "alone time" because the alternative is unbearably sad.
Do you know how Lucky you are?