Alex (fatheralex) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-02-13 16:00:00 |
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Current mood: | thoughtful |
Entry tags: | alex, angelica, group, helena, olivia, payne, rowan, ryan, z - 1st tribe - day 07 |
And on the Seventh Day They Rested
Who: Alex & Open (try to comment at least once just so I know who was there)
Where: Edge of the forest
When: Day 7, morning
The act of a priest preparing for a Mass or any other service was equally as important as the service itself, if not moreso in the Catholic church. The problem Alex faced that morning when he woke up though was that he couldn't quite prepare in the ways he was accustomed to. There were no robes or vestments. No incense or holy water. Well, he would make due. Giving his portion of the meager breakfast to Rowan he disappeared with the pail he and Cross had found down the river a ways, leaving his clothes on the moss that lined it to bath himself as best he could without soap. Well, the 'stink of piety' would be something they were all going to become used to no matter how religious they were or were not.
Once he was satisfied that the worst of the dirt had been scrubbed off with his hands as best he could, he scooped a bucketful of water from just upstream of him and set it with his clothes. Shaking the cold water off himself as best be could he dressed again quickly and brought the water to the clearing he was going to use for his service. There was no salt, but, it wasn't required, only customary. If he ever had some he would re-bless it, but this would be fine for now.
Sitting cross legged on the ground, Alex crossed himself then began chanting in Latin, reciting the blessing to make the water into Holy Water. It had to be blessed before it could be Holy Water and he knew this would have to happen every week until there was some sort of permanent Church erected and a font or something where the water could be stored safely.
Once that was done he continued to pray, getting himself into the proper mindset for a service. This was not going to be a proper Mass, more non-denominational than anything, there were not liturgy books, he did not have a Bible or any of the other books he used on a daily basis. No, this was going to be unique. Hopefully though, it would be meaningful for everyone. God would understand, he knew. There were mitigating circumstances and things would be improved upon as they could be. They needed shelter for themselves before a church, they needed food in the every growing number of bellies.
Slowly, he stood, looking around to see if anyone was coming. It was fairly early still, but the day was not getting any younger and though this might be intended as the day of rest, he wanted to trek out to where Angelica's child was buried and say some words as well as collect any food he might be able to bring back. They all had things to do necessary for the groups survival.