The Doorkeeper of Notre Dame and a One-Fingered Greeting
“I pray you remember the porter”
-Macbeth II.iii.22
“‘Tis my limited service” on Sundays to mind the door To open it to the faithful with cheerful greetings This is pretty much my skill-level, this modest chore Such is the ancient custom for Sunday meetings
A family of long acquaintance approached, almost late They live some miles away and had a long drive Their youngest son held his hand out at the holy gate I thought his intent was a youthful high five
But with only one finger he greeted me! And that was my lesson in humility
As for the boy’s lesson
While the servers rang the welcoming bell His momma yanked him outside and gave him (peace)