Last night Christine changed liturgy for me forever, and taught me why I like being an Episcopalian so. damn. much.
She said, and I’m paraphrasing, that sensory perception is the seat of worship. I said that it didn’t matter to me whether God existed, because I wasn’t here to change God. I was here to change me.
She said that Episcopalians believe everything matters. That touching the bread, touching the cup….. IT. MATTERS.
And then I thought about how my knees automatically bend when I hear, “we do not presume to come to this thy table…..”
I’m Rite I. Yes. I am THAT Episcopalian. A very member incorporate of the mystical body….. bitch.
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