I visited a new church this weekend. It's one I've been to before, for special services and on Saturday night, but this was the first time on a Sunday morning.
I liked it very much. It reminds me of the church I grew up in, architecturally and personality-wise, despite the "high church" flourishes that prevail up here in The North Country.
This parish had switched from Rite II to Rite I for Lent, so Eucharist was words that were deeply familiar and also new-ish to me, through recent non-use.
During the Gospel I realized that there weren't very many children in the nave and wondered about it.
And then during the Eucharist, I saw children and adults outside, coming past the windows on my right, obviously joining the congregation for Communion. I was so enchanted with looking at them as they passed the narrow windows that I almost missed my opportunity to go up for Communion.
The kids came, and came, and kept coming. They had clearly been doing a craft that involved making foam visors with foam stickers on them, and most were wearing their creations. And they were all smiling broadly.
And so was I.
Have you seen this piece going around Facebook called, "Your Screaming Kids are Distracting Me"? I was finding it very distracting to be in a church without children. So grateful that so many came to surprise me!
(image from Michaels.com)