Life unexpectedly

Two weeks ago I attended a catholic church service. It was rich with symbolism, from the art to the actions of the priest. It was so ritualistic and symbolic that the meaning behind the rituals and symbols seemed lost on the congregation. In front of me was a family of teenagers, yawning and pinching the bridge of their nose, then staring at each other blankly. Only the priest seemed passionate about the service.

Towards the end of the service four teenagers performed sign language to a song "Yes, Lord". About 10 pews ahead of me, I noticed a little girl standing on a pew mimicking the hand motions. All eyes and smiles were on this little one. She danced with all of herself- whispy hair, little hands, smiling eyes, and a complete lack of self-consciousness.