Jan. 3, 2010
Silently but audibly, the two gave the patient "Last Rites" (the last of the Catholic sacraments, necessary for salvation, before moving into the hereafter) and began reciting the "Lord's Prayer." "Our father, who art in Heaven..."
The prayer began with the ceremony of the silent priests. My partner's voice suddenly joined, soon the EMT's voices were present. Then, as if absorbed, though not involuntarily, into a whirlpool of spirituality, I echoed completing the caretaker's chorus. Albeit a little
Patient care was never interrupted. Everything went as it should, it just felt a little less repetitive than the usual call. We felt uniquely attached to each other, to the patient and to the two clergy. The patient seemed more human and we seemed to be more than just clinicians. I actually felt as though I was an instrument of God, channeling His good will, working with and praying over one of his elder children.
No father. We don't mind if you pray.