2011.01.02 Lost in God Like Silk

In 2011 I’m going to try the discipline of brevity: shorties—fewer words, many not my own, an idea here and there. A good enough good. It will be hard for a wordy last-wordy person like me, and I may fail. But failure at discipline is small offense compared to not trying at all.
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It’s Sunday, the day after the first day in a new year, 2011.

Today I went to church to worship God, because I’m sick of worshiping myself.

But today I sat with a small community, everyone there for different personal reasons, all to focus to catch grace, to fall into a power greater and deeper than themselves.

You have no idea how soothing it was to shed anxious self-concern, sink in a pile of words and music, smoke, bells and sweet communion. It all flowed over and through me like bathing in silk.

I hoped it would massage my cramped, critical soul. It did.