Drinking Wine on Sunday

Don't tell my mom, I've been drinking wine on Sunday.  That was the funny thought that went through my head, sitting beside a friend who knew my parents, at St Benedict's Table.  It's an Anglican church with a twist, original music played by emerging musicians and litergy that goes to the soul.  The part I love best is communion.  We gather in a circle at the front and are given specially baked bread and red wine from a common cup.  It is meaningful and cleansing and I walk away in awe that He has offered himself again (and again, and again....) for me and my chaotic realm of unbelief and mistrust.  Again, I trust, again I believe and walk into my week reminded, forgiven and renewed.  His grace is sufficient, His mercy never ending.

You know I am a preacher man, with passion, wine and bread;
I call the people of the town down to the river bed
You know the Lord forgives and He lives in you today
So meet me at the river...
I'll wash your sins away

Some say I'm a prophet, I wear a camel for a dress
I eat honey & bugs; I am "the voice crying in the wilderness"
But I play second fiddle in the middle of the lake
So meet me at the river...
I'll wash your sins away

History books are filled with miracles of mine
I have walked on water and turned that water into wine;
But there is still one miracle that blows them all away
Meet me at the river and I'll wash you sins away
(St. Ben's song tonite)

AMEN!!