Tomorrow I head to the coast for a discernment retreat with a very dear friend of mine. This evening, as the last bits of light from the daylight slowly fade and the shadows of nightfall once again cover the land, I have found myself pawing through my journal pages. What might the Spirit might illuminate for me to ruminate upon?
This entry leaps off the page into my psyche. This is what my spirit is swirling over this evening...
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Sunday, the 17th of March, 7:15 p.m. -- Today I presided at The Lord's Table for the first time. I am very blessed to be in a church where "the priesthood of all believers" is not just theory but praxis. This beautiful congregation at
Murrayhills Christian has blessed me beyond belief.
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| First Day Presiding - 17 March 2013 - Photo by Matthew Wynne |
I have dreamed of this day since I was three. Very few dreams stick with us persistently for that long. This dream, and visions of myself as pastor, have gone through ebbs and flows of urgency over the years. Certain aspects, (like pay, setting, denomination, location) have gone through significant transformation over the years -- particularly in the years leading up to, and during, seminary. Still, the dream of presiding at the Eucharist Table -- breaking the bread and blessing the cup in the Jesus tradition, extending an open invitation to all -- has remained as a constant.
