An Altar at a Chair

Passion caused a break in his voice. As a blanket spreads a sleeping child, so did the tensive moment drape the group. In that we keep ourselves close–in that expressed emotions are not  ordinary–a tendril of embarrassment flickered in the air, so that eyes previously pinned on the speaker now lowered.

From my spot, slightly distanced from the small group, I saw one of the students, in a cautious lift of eye, scan the face of another…and then one more.

The question had been asked. “What do you mean by an altar?”

The answer was clear, and yes, an altar can be anywhere, and yes, it refers to communication with God, and yes, sometimes in my car it is hard to drive because of my emotional response as I talk with God.

But the moment, the tensive one, was another.

“But I have a chair–a chair in my living room, and it is there I kneel and pray. It is my place, my time.” His voice broke. “I look forward to that. That chair is my altar”


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About Shirley Buxton

Still full of life and ready to be on the move, Shirley at 78 years old feels blessed to have lots of energy and to be full of optimism. She has been married to Jerry for 60 years. They have 4 children, 12 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren...all beautiful and highly intelligent--of course. :)
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2 Responses to An Altar at a Chair

  1. helenl says:

    Beautiful. A story without interpretation. No interpretation is necessary.

  2. Shirley says:

    Thank you, Helen. Altars are that way, aren’t they…pretty much speak for themselves.

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