Touch is love made manifest, a way to connect not only human to human and skin to skin, but also with…that eternal, all-encompassing energy that unites us, that infuses us with life, that reminds us that we are indeed all one and that the world is a hospitable place to be… Touching one another is what we humans do. Touch is what we need from one another and touch is what we have to give. It’s what keeps us hopeful and what keeps us going, what keeps our hearts opening and softening and trusting.” — Katrina Kenison, Magical Journey
I knew I’d regret it the moment it happened. Or, to be more precise, the moment it didn’t happen.
Last year, during Lent, I sat on a pew near the back of the sanctuary in a church in town. The back doors were open and the sun cast long shadows along the floor. A soft breeze danced just inside the doorway and I remembered that these weekly Lenten services had begun in the colder, darker days of winter. Michelle had welcomed me and we’d been riding together each week to sing the songs, eat the bread, drink the wine, pray the prayers, and listen to the messages in the days of preparation leading up to Easter…
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