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She kneels to the closed, but I am awed.

(The booklet explains much — all of the multitude of sittings and standings and kneelings that we went through in the pews; the gifts carried to the altar by the Bumbalo grandchildren; the hymns we listened to; the selections from the Bible read by the various priests; the responses we gave to the appropriate passages recited by the head priest, who read from the Gospel of John and other Biblical passages.

[...] One of them is that she may have associated punishment with physical motion — this idea stemming from her days at the Catholic home, where the youngsters were made to kneel for long periods of time as punishment for various “wrongs.” [...]

[...] the one in which I’m kneeling at the kitchen storm door and thrusting my hand through the glass to touch Gus, the dog who belongs to our neighbors across the street. [...]

“I am free to stand or kneel, to run expectantly forward, for there is nothing ahead of me that I need fear, and the way ahead of me is clear and open. [...]

(“Now my grandmother was on her knees, kneeling upright in the grass. [...]

The knees, incidentally, I can help him here: in Saint Vincent’s punishment took the form of having the child kneel straight upward, and doing so Ruburt’s knees often became sore. [...]

[...] You do not have to kneel down before a money god two hours a day.

[...] She smoked while speaking, and for the most part sat or kneeled on the floor before our long coffee table; these are favorite positions of hers, not at all unusual when we have company.

[...] Jane was kneeling, reaching into a cupboard, and Willy was momentarily trapped behind her. [...]

(Kneeling beside an old-fashioned living room table with a shelf underneath it, I saw a foot-high pile of Jane’s drawings and paintings. [...]