I drank from a common cup.

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Date: 02 February 2005 03:00:03

I went to a totally different church this Sunday just gone. It was lively, and friendly, and the music was quite o.k. Same time, same place as the last four weeks, but it would seem that with the priest's (am I getting the lingo right? I hope you noticed it in the title too.) return from holidays, everyone else put things back into gear. Same music team, but the songs chosen were written two decades later. Same people, but not too busy to talk. All the children returned from wherever they were hiding, and the story tellers came out. The minister had on a bright orange shirt complete with dog collar, and made jokes, talked to people individually as she paced around the church, and people yelled things out to her as she went. After the sermon, four people jumped up to tell stories from their week, including one guy who seemed to be in his own private mosh pit as he jumped around talking about a Third Day concert. I couldn't actually tell you what the sermon was about. I don't think that matters. I go for the community, not the theology.

Communion was had. It wasn't so bad. I sat back and watched to find out how it was all done. When I'd worked it out, I joined the circle out the front. Unfortuantley, I was the fourth last person to join the circle, and as everyone finished their bread and wine, they returned to their seats. Which left me, and three other people standing at the front of the church, looking out at everyone as we waited for the people bringing the cup of wine. I did wait for the others to receive their bread and wine before I sat down. Imagine being the last man standing. Now I know why everyone was in such a hurry to get in a circle.