The baptism of my Godchild at a Guatemalan cathedral a few weeks ago was one of those moments. The event was humble, beautiful and spiritual in a mix of adjectives that seems appropriate for most of my visits to Guatemala.
|Man with head injury lighting candle|
The mass was heartfelt, the alter boy attentive and handsome and the priest did a wonderful job of hosting the parishioners. There was a sense of presence in the crowd that I often find is missing among Americans during public gatherings.
Someday I hope to bring a documentary crew with me on one of my trips, and I wished for one on this day. I wanted to capture the priest's mannerisms, his calm voice and his words. His presence, and the palpable need the audience had to feel it.
|Priest in Cathedral|
"Are you from America?" he asked.
When I answered affirmatively, he replied simply:
"Will you pray for the people of our country?"
That was all. A simple, sincere inquiry. I took a quick and discrete photo after all. I didn't want to trust my memory to one of the most important requests I had heard all week.
And yes father, we will pray.