tonight i went to the maundy thursday service at my home church, well home meaning the church i grew up in. standing there during the service making the same motions i’d made in the same pew for nearly 20 years of maundy thursday services, i remembered.
i remembered how few church services i have been in this year, and how few are on the horizon for the year.
i remembered the feeling of emptiness i’d felt sitting in some churches.
i remembered the joy & love i’ve felt in others.
i remembered the faces of people i love both within & outside the walls of my church families.
i remembered the places i’ve been and where i’m going to search out life & new adventures.
it’s good to go home every once in a while. you remember things. things that might not otherwise be remembered.
