I didn’t want to go to Communion this past Sunday. Just didn’t want to. Since I was on the schedule to lead the Teen Service, I ducked into the Little Sanctuary fully planning on ditching when the group left to join in the celebration of the Eucharist in the church. I read the lessons for the day and thought over how to launch the “Homily by Group.”
As I’m staring off into space thinking about how Luke tries my patience, I hear a very familiar pattern of footsteps. Matthew walks past my office into his about twenty-five times a day, every day. I could pick those footfalls out of a lineup. Just my luck; this is the Sunday on which we are joined by a priest and we have our own celebration of the Eucharist. Ditching will be impossible.
The homily sparked a better discussion than I had imagined, and the combination of Eucharistic Prayer C and time around the altar with people I have truly come to care for made the urge to ditch slowly evaporate. In the end I was glad.
Sometimes when I’m not seeking God– when I’m avoiding him on purpose–I run right smack into him.
Annemarie
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