Beautiful Chaos
I gave up writing on this blog when I felt like I no longer had much to say that I wasn't already saying from the pulpit. But I had an experience this morning in worship that I have to write down, even if only for myself. It was during communion, which in our church we do once a month (almost always on the first Sunday of the month). I was, as always, serving the bread, and Pastor Rick was serving the grape juice. People were coming forward, as they always were, and the band was singing some well-known songs. And I noticed behind me there was quite a bit of chit-chat. In fact, it sort of morphed into all out conversation among I don't know how many people. They were trying to out-talk the band. There were children coming forward, some of whom wanted bread and some of whom didn't. (Bread dipped in grape juice? Eww!) We had some new folks (many of whom have come to the church through Celebrate Recovery who weren't quite sure what this was about, but came anyway, and speci...
