Pentecost Sunday

Yesterday a group of us went to a local Anglican Church for a Sunday morning worship service. The church is "new" - built in the 1600's! It was a marvelous experience. I wept through most of the service.

The church was packed, about 200 plus in attendance. When we sang, because of the interior being all stone, it sounded like there were 2000 of us in attendance! The sounds of our voices singing praises to God was glorious! The liturgy was meaningful. Communion, with people from all over the world kneeling beside me, was moving. The sermon was heartfelt.

Here we were in Jerusalem, in a packed church, with hands raised, voices strained, with people from all over the world singing these words:

we the redeemed shall be strong
in purpose and unity
declaring aloud
be praise and glory, wisdom and thanks
honor, and power, and strength!

be to our God forever and ever
be to our God forever and ever
be to our God forever and ever

All we could do at the end was break into a spontaneous applause!!

It was glorious.



(My hair is growing, by the way)