What a day

Everyone knows the Palm Sunday liturgies can be taxing on everyone. As the entrance to Holy Week they get attention and attendance that I'd venture to guess outstrip any of the mid-week liturgies until the Easter Vigil. Now I don't know about you, but I've never seen any priest decide to use the short form of the Palm Sunday readings and for that I am quite glad.

My son, apparently, had some sort of disagreement with that however. While I was in our RCIA session my wife and kids were at the Church for Mass; near to the end of the Gospel he, as my wife retells, turned his head up to the sky, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed. Needless to say that was not an event that went unnoticed. He had been sick earlier this week but everything at least seemed normal for the past couple of days. This, however, has us all a little on edge. He'll be going in to see the doctor tomorrow; it was the doctor's suggestion that since he was asymptomatic after the initial event we needn't take him to the emergency room right away. We're told that after some amount of bloodwork and whatever other tests they may decide to run we're likely to find nothing and that it was an isolated incident. Some fat lot of consolation that is when you look in the eyes of your young child and can see a twinge of fear peaking back out at you. Ahh, sleep likely won't be plentiful tonight.

Please, if you could, keep him in your prayers. And while you're at it, throw a couple of prayers heavenward for his soon-to-be sleep-deprived parents. My kid instruction book didn't come with pages for dealing with this. St. Luke, ora pro nobis!