|It seemed like forever since we’d sung the doxology. I know we sang it at the conclusion of our first services where we were back “in person,” because we weren’t passing the plates. Then we stopped that, and have sang it as we went through the short time of passing the plate before the latest surges. But there was just something special about singing it Sunday, as the ushers brought the offering forward, after the offertory. There was something special about watching the acolytes bring the light in, and take it back out. |
We shut down on March 14, 2020. This coming Monday marks two years. Two years ago, we’d put the flowers in the sanctuary, in memory of our daughter Olivia, and this week, we once again will have the flowers in her memory.
The time we spend together on Sunday encompasses so much more than most people realize. There are special memories tied to the things we do. Being an acolyte was the first thing I did to help lead a worship service. There were only a few of us who were acolyte age for most of my younger years, so I was an acolyte most every Sunday. I was acolyting the Sunday I made my decision for Christ. Throughout my youth years, I was an usher most every Sunday evening. We remember sitting with our parents and them giving us an offering to put in the plate. We remember Daddy singing in the choir, or our little sister taking communion for the first time and saying, “Yuck, that doesn’t taste good.” We share our most joyous and our saddest times in the body of the Church.
For many, they are sitting where they sat with loved ones who are part of the Church Triumphant. For others there are the precious memories of being with grandparents, parents, siblings, or children and grandchildren. Remembering the things they did.
Being in worship is special for me on so many different levels, but the thing that brings us together is praising God for what He has done for us, as we Remember. Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow!
I hope you can join us this week!