A little little thing
This week I have the priestly course for occasional religious rite inside our cathedral (there're several of us . So yesterday I took part at a funeral much more than usually tragic. And today suddenly I was called to a central regional hospital (so it happened nobody else that moment was vacant but me) to the maternity department. A baby - a little girl - has been given premature birth a day before yesterday after 6.5 months of her mom's having been pregnant. The baby's been being near to death since she was born two days ago, but her parents together with their relatives have been praying all this time and this moment the little thing is a bit better. She is in reanimation. So today her parents asked me to baptize her as quick as possible.
I came to a hospital and baptized a child. The parents called her Pelagia. She was so little little one and enmeshed in special medical equipment stuff. Once or twice she opened her eyes and glanced at me, it was so pathetic. From her right side arm, part of hand, foot and part of leg are dark-purple, but they said she's better today then before. I've never seen such a little child.
She might survive if God helps she, He knows her fate and what's the best for her.
God bless little Pelagia and her parents.
Thus unexpectedly I've got such being a witness and a participant for both incidents this weak.
I came to a hospital and baptized a child. The parents called her Pelagia. She was so little little one and enmeshed in special medical equipment stuff. Once or twice she opened her eyes and glanced at me, it was so pathetic. From her right side arm, part of hand, foot and part of leg are dark-purple, but they said she's better today then before. I've never seen such a little child.
She might survive if God helps she, He knows her fate and what's the best for her.
God bless little Pelagia and her parents.
Thus unexpectedly I've got such being a witness and a participant for both incidents this weak.