Packed house at Christ Lutheran this week. We celebrated (and celebrated and celebrated and celebrated -- I know we ran late) communion in a joint service. What a pleasure to all be together. Jim Goldsmith and I interwove stories of Martin Luther and John Wesley. Bell Choir and Methodist Choir and grape juice and wine and the too-many-people-up-front waltz for communion. I only completely lost my place once, but found that Jim and I cover for each other pretty well. I will look forward to working with that community again.
On world communion it is a good thing to do something that makes it seem like the Christian church is actually one. There have been enough stories this week about how we fight with one another. I keep thinking that the way God is going to destroy the world at Armageddon is going to be to lock all the different Christian churches into a room together and stand back. Who needs four horses of the apocalypse? It hurts my heart.
This week I am juggling a house without Harriet with getting ready for my favorite Sunday of the year. Saint Francis in a brand new place. I don't think anyone knows what they are getting into yet -- and of course, neither do I.