I couldn’t have brought myself here today. I’m so depressed. It can’t be a good time to try a new church. But my husband is ready and has been so good to me while I’ve been down….and this may help me focus outside myself. So I try to sink down into the bright red pew chair in the small chapel. Ahh, small churches – I’m hiding in plain sight.
A woman asks “Have you ever participated in this kind of service before? Let me show you……here’s what you do…” She has one of those smiles that make you think she didn’t wait until she got here this morning to start worshipping. Looking into her eyes is like getting a sneak preview of what’s coming.
A processional with lots of little and big children. An ironic thing often happens when I am really broken; beauty becomes much more visible. These children – they are glowing. The priest is praying for them, touching their heads, smiling at them like he is the father of them all and he truly loves each one. Hmmm. This high church thing…..maybe I understand a bit. He represents The Father. I think about how these children will have this impression and carry it into adulthood. He looks like this is the best time he’s had all week, loving on these children. Well. Am I the best part of God’s week?
Liturgy, kneeling benches, a sweet quick little chime. This is good. I am too weak to participate on my own motivation and energy, but I can read responsively, I can listen, I can kneel. This structured service helps me redirect. It is a relief to say more to Him than “God, help me”, and to remember how big He is.
A sermon, and a surprise. The priest interjects something into the flow of this highly structured service. God has told him someone is depressed and needs prayer. I want to shout “It’s me! It’s me! Everyone else can go home now because this is for me!” My husband has obviously been listening to the sermon – he whips out his hanky and shoves it at me as fast as he can. He knows how I needed to hear this.
God has my attention. The priest rebukes this depression. He rebukes? I didn’t know a priest would rebuke. His words are startling in the personal intimacy they convey from God. I can’t even hear much of the rest of the sermon because in my head I am bowing in worship of a God who brought me to a strange place to hear a stranger give me words from His lips. The hanky is wet with comfort.
Communion time. People seem eager to get to the altar. There are things going on behind there….these priests, they have a lot of steps to remember, and it fascinates me. I thought it would feel like ceremony, but instead I am caught up in their actions.
I kneel to receive communion, at home on my knees in a place I’ve never been. Mystery. I almost don’t want to leave. Some sit in the front and receive prayer from the priests and a few women whose compassion is tangible. There is no hurry. I know I could go up there, though a stranger, and receive healing. But I’m afraid; I don’t know if I can handle so much powerful love directed at me in a place that I don’t know. Even so, witnessing something so genuine gives me hope.
A recessional, and I leave. It is hard to talk on the walk home. I didn’t expect this experience. The following Sunday, I feel well enough to return all alone. God is love; so are His people. Amen.
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January 24, 2009 at 1:14 pm
pearls4me
This helped me. Thank you.
January 24, 2009 at 7:30 pm
jujube
I’m so glad it was helpful to you. It helped me to write it.
January 24, 2009 at 1:23 pm
spirithappy
Yes God is Love! I really hope your depression and anxiety will be removed. Our site also uses the Spiritual to defeat depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts.We all must be about bringing back the spirit of love to Christianity. Very nice read. Thank you
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January 26, 2009 at 5:05 pm
Lanelle
Beautiful, thank you!
January 27, 2009 at 6:26 pm
flowergardengirl
Thanks for stopping by my blog. I’ve lived all over the USA and have found that true joy is knowing who the Father is. Our Father never changes but we do. Big Hugs to ya. Goodness knows, we all need a helping hand.
I know that depression can be physical or mental and even both. Either way, it’s tough. You write beautifully and maybe that is a way for you to express yourself and discover your strengths. We weather the storms better when we feel strong. Writing about what is outside of your life helps you find things that inspire you.
I read a lot of gardening and decorating blogs. Surrounding myself with such pretty things puts me in a good mood. I might even get up and rearrange the furniture because of something I was inspired to to on someone’s blog.
Hope you are feeling better.
January 28, 2009 at 10:20 am
jujube
I am much better, thank you for the kind words.
February 7, 2009 at 5:19 pm
Rena
Julie: Has this happened since we had lunch or was this church related happening the one that you shared with me then. How is the depression now and have you still stayed off the meds? Loved the video of the little boy and the birthday cake. Not sure about the obsession with Tim Teebow and marrying one of the girls–maybe he’ll hold out for Samantha. Love you and miss you, Rena
February 8, 2009 at 12:07 pm
jujube
This is from before our lunch.
No meds, and feeling good. :o)
I miss you, too.