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Edited on Thu Nov-02-06 12:01 AM by Lydia Leftcoast
"Where charity and love are, there God is."
The church has brought me together with dozens of wonderful people whom I never would have met otherwise because they are of a different race, a different social class, a different nationlity, a different set of interests, follow a different political inclination, have a disability, are much older or younger, or whatever. Finding a good parish is like finding a second family, and over the years, churches have provided me with love and support, spiritual experiences, intellectual challenges, opportunities to serve the community, and the opportunity to sing great music. (Yes, I do have a secular life, too :-) )
My brief time in Mississippi earlier this year was especially profound, spent at a relief camp run jointly by the Lutherans and Episcopalians. The workday began with prayer and ended with the Episcopal service of Evening Prayer. One hundred fifty of us slept on camp cots in a gym with four toilets and four showers for each gender, ate frankly rather tasteless food, and worked really hard for six days. (I didn't work as hard as some, because I got a bad cold on the second day.) We all spent more money than we could really afford buying food for the food shelf, clothes for the clothing tent, and OTC drugs and first aid supplies for the medical tent. I'm usually a "princess and the pea" type, but when that week came to an end, none of us wanted to leave, and as we sat in the airport waiting for our flight home, we realized that we hadn't even thought of our own normal problems.
At their best--and they aren't always at their best-- worship services can be a real high.
I have attended both secular and religious funerals and memorial services. The religious funerals (almost all of them either Lutheran, Episcopal, or Catholic) have always made me feel a kinship with all the billions of people who have mourned over the centuries, with psalms that date back 3,000 years, Scripture readings that date back 2,000 years, prayers and liturgical passages that go back to the Middle Ages, and music of the past 400 years. The knowledge that people in ancient Israel sang Psalms 90 and 130 is profoundly moving to me.
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