It was a delight and a blessing to be able to go to Church for the Pentecost Liturgy.
I had packed the cool-box with the food I had prepared, prayed for a safe journey and The Hubster was loading up the car. I was about to leave the house and
lock the front door when I had the truly overwhelming urge to go back and pick up my
new, brightly-coloured long scarf which is really wide, and wear it knotted
round my neck. I listened to that inner prompting, having felt increasingly drawn to covering my hair for private prayer at home.
When I got to Church door, I could see that two of the four ladies
already there were also wearing headcoverings, so it was a five second
task to listen to the call of my heart, lift up one fold of my scarf and
cover my own head too as I walked in through the door. This is a parish which does not normally expect or have women covering their heads in Church, but I have been
thinking about doing it for a long time and didn't want to draw
attention to myself by being the first one, or to make anyone else feel uncomfortable by my actions....
It made such a
difference to wear a covering during the service, though I cannot put into words exactly why, and I do not think I would willingly attend the Liturgy again with my hair uncovered. I am still pondering and processing exactly how I felt, but deeply attentive and respectful spring most readily to mind........