This morning was in many ways painful. I am still feeling quite sad, but comforted by the kind words of your comments.
The usual kick in the pants from Beyond came last night when I was moping about on the couch and Pure Luck asked about my sermon. I admitted it wasn’t quite done. He asked what it was about, hoping to help me get going on it. So I told him about it. Earlier in the week, I read something really useful about the wise and foolish virgins and the theology of delay and planned a sermon about living in the meantime, when you have a hope for something big and world-altering, but have to go on living day to day along the way.
And a little inner bird perched on my shoulder daintily cleared her throat. "Ahem."
Oh, allright. I have to do the same thing. I get it.
So, in the meantime, we had Communion today. I wrote not long ago about the decision by our Deacons to have Communion by intinction, the uproar from one older Deacon, the giving in I suggested and his subsequent departure anyway. So when the two women preparing Communion today asked if Intinction was okay with me and revealed a gorgeous loaf of Challah, I said it was fine.
And when it came time to lift and break that beautiful loaf, I said, "Sometimes we break off a small piece of bread, maybe because we are worried that there won’t be enough to go around. You know the stories of the times Jesus fed thousands with just a few teeny-weeny loaves. This morning we are a small congregation with a large loaf, and I ask you to tear off a nice big piece today. There is always enough of Jesus’ love to go around. There is always enough to go around."
There was a lot of untidy tearing of good-sized pieces of bread, and after worship, there were big crumbs on the carpet. Alleluia!! We are all moving forward.