There would be a few minutes before lunch arrived at our table, so twelve-month old Abel went to see the piglets, closely followed by his adults. The mobile noses fascinated Abel, and the bristly backs that he could touch through the wire. He soon learnt to throw a handful of pellets down for the ever-hungry beasts. Great fun!
He also perfected a realistic piggy grunt through his nose, and now employs this at any opportunity. His parents are beyond embarrassment at such accomplishments, but laugh and rejoice with him.
I am reminded of two verses:
‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts: nor your ways my ways, saith the Lord.’ (Isaiah 55:8) and
‘I say to you, unless you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.’ (Matthew 18:3).
What does Abel do? He enjoys the pigs as pigs, even if he cannot put this thought into words. He shares his enjoyment with those he loves, and gives them joy as well.
Sometimes our thoughts are too wordy, our prayers are too wordy. We can pray with our bodies (indeed, some of us have the graceful gift of dancing!) as well as our tongues.
Time for me to be quiet. Laudato Si!