One of my favorite prayers!

On Monday one of my favorite bloggers posted her blog which just happened to be called A Tale of Two Churches  which you can read about it if you would like. She was out in Denver and decided to go to Saturday evening Mass (she’s a devout Catholic) and then try out Red Rocks Church. It is one of those hipster, big box, non-demonational church. Very much like my church. After all we are in the process of opening a second campus up near Ted Drews. She ended up really enjoying the service and since she’s single, she saw a lot more people there her age. It made me start thinking a lot about Abiding Savior since I had just written the Pastor Kevin blog.

Often Pastor Tom starts the announcements out with, we are not a traditional church by design. He has explained in the past that there are many many good traditional churches and if that is how you connect with God, that is where you need to be. My church just offers something different. So I was thinking about Catholic traditions and then I remembered there was a prayer PK said at the end of almost every service and for the life of me I could not remember it. However, after he left I asked him to email it to me and since I am a stalker and scrapbook like an OCD freak of nature I hunted down the scrapbook it was in (would you be shocked if I mentioned I have the month and years that each book represents? This makes it much easier to find what I am looking for) Anyway, I was putting away video games in the basement and brought the book upstairs. I read the prayer out loud to Brian and then almost burst into tears. I am telling you, getting old really messes with your head.

Go with God because God goes with you…

He goes before you to show you the way,

behind you to encourage you,

beside you to befriend you,

above you to watch over you,

under you to uplift you,

and within you to grant you His peace…

in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, AMEN!

 

I guess I didn’t realize how much I missed hearing that until I read it again. Sometimes traditions and rituals are good for the soul. Maybe one of these years I will show up at his church and see if he still says it. The last week of memories surrounding my school nurse job, church, Brian, and baptism have been wonderful. And it just seals the deal that I’m not really twenty-five like I think I am.

 

Mole Moral ~ Memories are fun and bring back both good times and bad. These were most certainly great times!

 

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