Let us break bread together

Church was really good today. It wasn't that the sermon was spectacular or there was some thunderous rumbling from God. It just felt good to be worshipping together within a fellowship of believers. It was a communion Sunday and I forgot that Presbyterians do things a little differently than what I'm used to. They pass plates of bread pieces and everyone takes one, holding it until everyone is served, then we all partake together. The little cups of juice are passed and you drink as you are ready. After eating the bread I had a very UNHOLY thought...Jesus is stuck in my teeth. Those dry, unleavened bread pieces are kinda hard to digest. I had bottled water with me but I didn't want to break the sanctity of the moment, so after drinking the juice I gulped a little water and tried to get the bread out from my teeth. I tried so hard not to laugh. Anyhoo....I've been worshipping at First Presby for the most part and it's comfortable. No, there's not really people my age there but I've come to accept that "my" generation is largely unchurched in mainstream churches. So, I can either worship in a place I'm familiar with and comfortable in, like First Presby or a Methodist Church, or I can melt into one of the mega churches where I might have community, but not theology. I'm not willing to go there...not yet. I love the liturgy, hymns, and traditions of my heritage. I want to be amongst a fellowship of believers as we pray, "Our Father, who art in heaven..." That's church for me.