A Sunday church service – not my bag at all.  Invited to a Christening (it would have been rude to decline). So here I am going through the motions; listening to unfamiliar modern hymns, gazing at the rafters when , all of a sudden, the music touched me. The place, the time was special. God and Christ or not…the fact that the people were pulled together by the need to believe in something, surely that created a power in itself.

I go off to my choice of small group, ‘meditation’ it was billed as. Instead I am drawn to the flames that we set floating in a bowl of water – growing stronger by the second (even the weak ones like mine). Surely symbolic I think to myself.

Actually it was less of a trial and more of a eureka moment… this Pentecostal Sunday.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. countingducks
    May 21, 2013 @ 09:02:07

    I’ve had a similar moment. I’m not a natural church goer, but at a christening I experienced much the same emotions


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