Getting old s----, well, it's not a barrel of monkeys.
FYI, after several failed attempts, we did begin a Wednesday gathering this week. It's planned to be an every other week thing from the beginning and that's probably all it will be. For the moment, it consists of Evie and me and one other woman who loves the Lord, yearns to live a life of love and good works and who is a pretty serious introvert. She is a coworker of mine.
Is this a gathering of the church? "Where two or three are gathered in my name..."
That gathering is all about disciplining, something that we CGGCers say we want to do. And, that is what happens and will happen when the three of us gather. We shared a meal and took the bread and cup and immersed ourselves in the word.
It bugs me, surprisingly, that the mountaintoppers probably wouldn't think that this gathering is legitimate--as a "church," any way. See? I still have a little of Lot's wife in me.
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Now, for the Thursday gathering and getting old: We all were tired, Evie especially. But we did gather. From the beginning, we agreed that the amount of time would be truncated.
The guy who regospeled us focused us on Jesus' letter to the Ephesians in Revelation 2 and our need to hold on to our first love and to repent and to do the things we did at first when that love begins to wane.
This guy would be a member of the laity in your church and not empowered to lead the congregation in the taking of a sacrament or ordinance.
What amazing blessings are ours because we live as a community of priests!
Our time of fellowship and regospeling lasted about two hours. Truncated, eh? Then we went home.
And slept well.
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