Church was way busy this morning: Lectio Divina at 9, wrangling the talent for a stewardship testimonial during announcements, various trips to the bathroom with boy A or boy B. All craziness designed to pull me, kicking and screaming, from the feet of the Beloved, which is where I'd rather be on any given Sunday thank you very much.
But then, as I walked back out to the pew after bathroom break #2, during the latter half of Communion, there was a shift in the music. The choir started a 10th century monastic chant. Gentle. Quiet. Solemn. Beautiful.
I got back to my pew and dropped to my knees and spent the whole piece with my head bowed.
Oh thank you, Lord.
Afterwards I told the choir director that it was my favorite piece of the service.
"Really?!" He said. "Me too.!"