Yesterday I aged as gracefully as possible. My birthday, not I, fell on a Sunday, which helped.
Driving to church, I found myself praying for God’s Spirit to show up, probably prompted by the banner at Our Lady of the Good Voyage Catholic church announcing: “Pentecost Celebration, honoring the Holy Spirit.” They’ve got High standards.
True, I know the verse “where two or three are gathered together in Christ’s Name” but sometimes I need something tangible. Just never expected a Holy breeze infused with bacon.
We’d gathered between the 8 and 10 o’clock services to say farewell to four saints-in-process, two moving to Florida and two heading to Nashville. The Parish Hall overflowed with folks, the aroma of bacon, and a feast fit for a royal send-off.
It was communion at its coziest.
The Holy Spirit mingled among us, drawing us to Do Church, not merely attend.
Love does Church best.
It felt New Testament farewell-ish. Folks wiping eyes, laughing, remembering, sharing and lamenting. The final words spoken by one retiring to Florida, “Take care of this place and each other.”
Good words to remember as a mandate for whatever days or years remain in this life.
Later, Chad, Kristina, Mike and Kris(Wood-Reid) treated me to brunch without the Grands. Sometimes it’s good to not have to worry about cutting someone else’s food, or playing one more game of tic-tac-toe while waiting for a meal to be served. Fun party with just grown-ups.
The girls made cards with 79 written in various colors and sizes. Poco added, “Almost 80.” Maggie included one of my favorite words, “JOY” with sprinkled hearts on every page. Poco- the- practical, wrote, “So far, so good.”
And it has been.
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