It had been a tough Sunday morning. I had woke up irritable; everything and everyone was making it worse. The hymns were to slow and unfamiliar. The liturgy, dry and predictable. The priest’s sermon forgettable. It was with all this going on that I walked up to the communion rail. I lifted my hands up to the receive the wafer, ate, and drank from the cup. Then, I felt the overwhelming presence of God. I heard God say even when you are irritable, I still love you. I’m here at the table every week. I’ll be here next time you come.
Come to the table and see God.
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February 25, 2010 at 9:47 pm |
I have always like the little reminder that says:
When you feel far from God, ask yourself, “Who moved?”
February 26, 2010 at 9:47 am |
I remember one time I was so angry with my husband’s aunt while at Mass in the Catholic church (I was Catholic at the time) that when it came time for Communion, I simply could not go down because I knew in my heart that I was not right with God. It took time in prayer with God to “get right” with Him again. I have never allowed anything like this to happen again because it felt so awful!