My very first post on this blog was about having communion in the elder-care room of an older parishioner.  At 101, this same woman has been unable to join us in church for several months.  So just recently, in a swell of enthusiasm resulting from a conversation with our deacons, we took church to her.  With 20 worshipers, a guitar, a room reservation, and even one crying baby, we took our worship service to her home and had an amazing experience.  There was a Sweet, Sweet Spirit in the place as we remembered that God’s Faithfulness is Great.  We read from Psalm 145 about how one generation will proclaim His good works to another, and then our sermon was a time of sharing about where we have recently seen God at work.   We sang about how He walks with us, and He talks with us, and then we celebrated His Amazing Grace.  It was a wonderful experience.

And being there, in that stark room, with those warm people, I was reminded again that while our language confuses church (the building) and church (the people), there is no confusion about where the true heart of the church is found.  The church is truly the body of Christ and it lives and breathes and celebrates and mourns. It worships and sings and prays and shares.  Interconnected, and intertwined, we are the Church.  And the Church is us.  Blessed Be that Tie that Binds.