I had a million things to do before I could go to bed last night, so what did I do instead? I went to a 10:00 candlelight service. It was wonderful. But long. I didn’t get home until after midnight.
I went because my daughter read an article, which she shared with me. The writer of the piece is the minister of a church not too far from here. I liked what he said, I liked his emphasis on worship, so I went. My daughter googled the church and discovered that it is Episcopalian. I don’t know much about that denomination, but I went. It was past the hub’s bedtime, so he stayed home.
Perfect: I got to sing some of my favorite Christmas carols, there were well-read readings from Scripture, we sang Silent Night by candlelight.
As we left, the minister shook our hands, introduced himself, asked how we happened upon his small church and told us to consider Holy Redeemer our church home.
How kind was that?
I mentioned to my daughter on the way home that the format seemed a little bit Catholic.
She said, “I liked it. I need more processionals with large crosses and giant gold Bibles in my life.”
This morning, as we were opening gifts, I said to the hub, “Let’s be Episcopalians!”
My daughter googled the church again because we were wondering whether the minister is a priest or a pastor. Apparently priest and minister are both acceptable.
We chuckled at how the church describes itself – “Protestant and reformed, and Catholic” – because that’s pretty much how I described it on the way home.
The best of all worlds.
I liked how the minister truly ministered. Like a shepherd. I liked how the congregants responded like simple sheep. At this stage in the game, I like simple.
Will I become an Episcopalian? Probably not. Will I go back for the candlelight service next year? YES!
But first I’ll get all my stuff done.
Here are some pictures from my house. Then I have to get back in the kitchen. Still have rolls (I have something to tell you about that tomorrow) and salad to make.
Merry Christmas everyone!