I was depressed, discouraged, my marriage was all but over, but I knew there had to be something out there. Something greater. Something that wasn't just a rock concert at church, or a one-man show in the pulpit, or a guilt-fest in every sermon, or a legalistic show window.
|Ann Schaefer with Hannah, 1983|
With her encouragement, I decided to visit a Lutheran church near my house. With that first visit, I knew I was home.
|I posted to Facebook as soon as the service was over.|
Everything was different, and yet so familiar, about the service. I couldn't find the right page during the Kyrie or Sanctus, but I had several of the hymns memorised. I didn't know when to cross myself, when to kneel, when to stand, when to say, "Amen." But the Lord's Prayer was a comfort to me. The Scripture reading confirmed what is true: the Gospel is preached in the Lutheran church. There's no escaping it.
I didn't understand what the colours meant, or what the pastor's vestments signified, or why things were done in the order they were done. I marveled at the Eucharist (I still marvel at the Eucharist, every. single. time.) But I embraced it all.
And that's the story of how I came home to Sacramental, liturgical Christianity.
What's your story? How did you end up where you've ended up? Is there someone who was a positive influence for you?