Yesterday has come and gone and it was a good day – a very good day. Church in the morning with chocolate communion – yummm! Ice Cream Social and Kid’s Carnival in the afternoon and I’m dunked by the first one up – a young girl who just happens to be a standout on her softball team and has an arm Mickey Mantle would be proud of (thanks, Gretchen).
Kids roamed and played and laughed in the sunlight – or did their laughter bring the sunlight? It’s hard to say. Old folk sat and watched and oohed and aahed the silly prize treasures won and ate ice cream to their hearts’ content.
The day ended with the annual county revival. Testimonies were given, all special, but Tracy’s comeback from a death-threatening illness was the highlight. Just seeing her before us was testimony enough. The music was charmed and inspired. And then Mark (the local Baptist preacher), leading off the four nights of shared communion, speaks to us of the Baptist way. Mark is a good man and a wonderful pastor and friend. He is thoughtful and clear.
As I listened intently to his description of the communion experience from the Baptist perspective, my eyes wandered – first to the cross behind and above him on the wall and then above the cross to the furthest darkened small corner where odd angles meet at the top of the sanctuary – there, just there, as Mark connected the communion table to the ultimate meeting with our Lord, was the dove-hovering Holy Spirit, whispering so only I could hear . . . and there will be chocolate . . .
And I smile.
Yes, it was a very good day indeed.
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Kids roamed and played and laughed in the sunlight – or did their laughter bring the sunlight? It’s hard to say. Old folk sat and watched and oohed and aahed the silly prize treasures won and ate ice cream to their hearts’ content.
The day ended with the annual county revival. Testimonies were given, all special, but Tracy’s comeback from a death-threatening illness was the highlight. Just seeing her before us was testimony enough. The music was charmed and inspired. And then Mark (the local Baptist preacher), leading off the four nights of shared communion, speaks to us of the Baptist way. Mark is a good man and a wonderful pastor and friend. He is thoughtful and clear.
As I listened intently to his description of the communion experience from the Baptist perspective, my eyes wandered – first to the cross behind and above him on the wall and then above the cross to the furthest darkened small corner where odd angles meet at the top of the sanctuary – there, just there, as Mark connected the communion table to the ultimate meeting with our Lord, was the dove-hovering Holy Spirit, whispering so only I could hear . . . and there will be chocolate . . .
And I smile.
Yes, it was a very good day indeed.
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Read more here about Chocolate Communion
Wow i am sorry to have missed those moments. but I am glad to see that you have written them so I can read and at least experince them- from a far off distanct point- since I am in no way connected to the things I know and do.
ReplyDeleteHaving a good week- where I am-
Melissa