A short stop to pray

I wasn't planning to stop, but then very little about this pilgrimage is really planned. Église Saint-Georges (which the map called Saint-Vincent, but it seems the local folks beg to disagree) was right by the side of the road in Sercy, and the doors were wide open. An invitation, and act of hospitality. Why resist?

I'm not sure how long I spent praying in this beautiful, simple and quiet village church, but it was a wonderful while. I prayed the Jesus Prayer mostly, slowly working my way along my prayer rope with no particular concern about the number of prayers - it just kept my hands occupied. I like the tactile feel of the knots; I've been associating them with prayer for so long now, just holding the rope seems to stir my heart to want to pray.

///rears.sham.draped