St. Mark's (p365; 2.20.11)

I went to St. Mark's Episcopal Church this morning. St. M's is everything I love in a church: compassionate, open/affirming, bent towards social justice, and steeped in tradition. At times, I wish we could have more hip hymns and songs, but I love the ebb and flow of the Episcopalian calendar (each year we have the sorrow of Lent, the anticipation in Advent, and the joy of Pentecost). Lately, I've been planted in the plaintive contemplation/hope of the space between Pentecost and Lent. Going to church stag has never been one of my favorite activities. I used to go to a small, home church; I felt it was more of a family gathering than a churchy-church. The home church dissolved, so I thought I would return to my Episcopalian roots. I didn't grow up in this tradition, but converted as a young adult. My time at the Episcopal Ministry at MSU was one of growth, joy, and friendship. Today, I flew solo. I was sitting next to another newcomer, a boy. I was anxious/excited to talk with him after the service. But, right before communion, a car alarm went off. I was worried because Luke was in my car (that has an alarm), and I wondered (read: worried) that he set it off or someone was trying to nab him. I decided that it was unlikely that it was him, so I stayed for the rest of the service. I must have been more worried than I thought because when I got up to the altar, the minister of service gave me the bread--then she backtracked to ask if I was OK (I told you compassion was an Episcopalian strength). I gulped yes, and realized that cute boy had heard. So, I lost my nerve to say anything to him after the service. Well, the only thing I could think as an intro was: I really am OK. Plus, I saw one of my old SPU students and I wanted to chat with her. Anyway, with hope, St. Mark's will become my home; I'll be able to meet other folks on a journey of faith, hope, love...and compassion.

P.S. Why was Luke in the car during church? He gets to go to his church afterwards: The Park!