I went to church this morning, for the first time in a few weeks. I've been feeling raw lately, I guess since Maundy Thursday and Easter. And kind of used up. I know that the best way to get through that is to get back into the community.
But, having been so busy with candidates and other things, I have also not been able to go to choir rehearsal on Wednesday nights, and then I feel guilty about showing up on Sunday morning...etc.
This morning I was considering whether to go on and go, and reading Widening Circles' blog. And something she said, about being in community, convinced me to get my fanny down there.
I'm glad I did. We sang this:
I come with joy to meet my Lord,
forgiven, loved, and free,
in awe and wonder to recall
his life laid down for me.
I come with Christians far and near
to find, as all are fed,
the new community of love
in Christ's communion bread.
As Christ breaks bread and bids us share,
each proud division ends.
That love that made us makes us one,
and strangers now are friends.
And thus with joy we meet our Lord.
His presence, always near,
is in such friendship better known:
we see and praise him here.
Together met, together bound,
we'll go our different ways,
and as his people in the world,
we'll live and speak his praise.
The Eucharist was such a blessing. I'm grateful to be back.
