It's a small community with a huge heart. I've known and experienced this over the past two years. I came to St. Bede tired and knowing I needed to re-anchor and deepen my relationship with the mystery many call God. I woke up this morning still feeling gratitude for this communion.
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| View of the St. Bede altar from a slightly psychedelic camera lens. Pretty much how I experience church. |
The little things often say so much more. Yesterday was All Saint's Day. It's a holy day I like to observe as it reminds me that there is no separation between the living and the dead; there is not separation between God and woman/man--all is One. (The experience of separation is a mere illusion that disappears when we look within.) During the service, the names of deceased loved ones are read as candles are lit. I did not put my parents' name in the list this year as I was not in church the week before. As the names were being read, however, I mentioned them in my heart and was thankful I was there to do so. To my surprise, toward the middle of the list, I heard "Violeta and Carlos Gonzalez." Their names were in and read aloud and I welled up with tears knowing that we are always remembered in the love that has no bounds.
Little gestures, small remembrances...oh so very grateful to be in fellowship with the living and the dead, the communion of the open and brokenhearted.
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