I've been less than diligent in journaling our gatherings lately and that is my loss.
We did gather today and it was one of the most moving to me of all out gettings-together.
Maggie, the world's greatest church greeter, was on duty, struggling with lymphedema, a complication of her surgery only four days ago. We have no idea how much longer we'll have her but she is exactly what we call her--the world's greatest. She does more to enhance community than any two legged greeter could.
We had the blessing of the attendance of someone who was a part of our group during our old traditional seeker-sensitive, Christendom days who has been absent due to a change in jobs which requires her to work Sundays. She invested this rare day off in our gathering. She is living a very traumatic life and spoke very transparently about the challenges she struggles with.
Song time was a little bizarre today. We always sing a cappella and normally that goes well but we had trouble finding good keys to sing in today. We laughed as much as we sang and, in that, there was an unusual blessing.
Word time, as often does in the gathering, flowed from a conversation we had, this time from the discussion of a prayer concern.
Prayer time was unusually powerful and touching, to me anyway.
The time in the bread and cup was also sweet and powerful, at least from my point of view.
The meal of beans, franks and salad was simple and enjoyable, though who knows about the after effects. As always, the acts of mutual service, were instruction on the lives we are called on to live until we gather again.
What a blessed day.
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