Well its only a week later, and around this time last week I spent six hours in Trinity Hall Chapel for the prayer vigil for the Knighting. I have never spent six hours in prayer in my life. It was amazing. The time started off slow but when it was over I could not believe it had past. I went to bed at 6:30 a.m. and then made it to 12:30 p.m. Mass. I of course was late. Rocco texted me, "Get out of bed and get to Mass". That was a funny text.
After Mass, all the Knight went to the caf. We ate , and then it was off to the Knighting. As I waited, so many thoughts were running through my mind. I could not believe this was going to happen. After all these years of so many of my friends telling me that I should become a Knight, I finally did. I went in as a Squire , and came out Sir Telemachus.
Telemachus was a monk that lived in Asia in the fourth century. He felt an inner voice from the Lord to go to Rome, but didn't know why. He went anyway. He saw crowds going into the Coliseum, so he followed. He saw two gladiators fighting to the death, so he jumped down and tried to stop them but he kept getting knocked down by the gladiators. On the third time one of the gladiators ran his sword thru Telemachus and for the third time said "In the name of Christ, forbear", then he died. As the crowd saw Telemachus lying there in a pool of blood, there was silence and one by one the Coliseum emptied. Never again was there another gladiator fight.
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