I dislike missing church. I grew up going to church and if it’s Sunday I don’t feel right not being there. But, there was no getting around it today. We were good and stuck.
I was thinking today how often I get interrupted during the services. There often seems like there is some kind of distraction or another. I remember one particular Sunday during the Cherubic Hymn (a very solemn moment) when I felt this earnest tugging on my arm. I was trying to pay attention:
“Now lay aside all earthly cares”
but a little boy had something quite pressing to tell me….
“Do you know what I want for Christmas?”
Never mind that this was summer. Somehow that was pressing. Every week it’s something…. usually of the “I’m hungry” variety.
So, today I thought I’d squirrel myself away for a bit and listen to a recording of the liturgy I have (I had already missed the one that is live-streamed on the internet). And, just as the Alleluia’s were being sung to announcing the reading of the Gospel someone came in to announce that the snow plows had arrived. Yes, good news, indeed, but bad timing – yet again.
And I am reminded of something Fr. Stephen Freeman has told us several times on his blog. It won’t be just me and Jesus in heaven. God is the God of a very large crowd.
But I do wonder…. will our kids still be tugging at our sleeves?











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I hadn’t expected to enjoy reading this book when Book Club suggested it. I wasn’t really in the mood for yet another true-life story about a holocaust. I was beginning to feel rather voyeuristic about reading such books.


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