This morning in church I was fidgety and distracted. I was sitting the pew next to my beloved, worrying, unable to clear my mind of chattering thoughts. Within minutes of the service starting I felt like it was mystically geared to help me today. That's a good feeling.
The responsive reading rang a bell in my agitated head; the reader was an elderly woman who spoke slowly and rhythmically. The congregation murmured aloud, "Let us quiet down and listen; listen to the words, listen to the music, listen to the silence." Then we sang this hymn, "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent." The words & music really struck home.
I don't feel particularly holier or calmer now at home, but I do feel blessed.
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