it surprises me that taking Eucharist affects me at all. I didn’t expect that Mystery could be found in a mainstream Protestant church. Nor that I would be so open to finding it in such an old rite, so familiar from my childhood.
Yet each time I’ve attended a service in the past month, the simple ritual of shared bread and wine affects me in a quietly profound way. I suppose the catechetic explanation is that it’s God’s Grace I’m feeling. That’s as good an explanation as any.
Several things about my foray back into the catholic Christian church strike me as very different from the related recollections of my previously more youthful self. For example, I’ve very different ideas of sin, guilt and shame this time around. Perhaps I’ll explore the new conceptions in more depth some other time.
Right now, I just want to chill for a bit. Happy New year!