This is such a Holy and mysterious time in the church year. The gospel reading today was apocalyptic. Christ says that people will literally die of fright when the end is near.
This morning happened to be the day for healing prayer at Grace Church. Every month, on the first Sunday, our little team of prayer warriors head over to the Messiah chapel with our anointing oil and pray for folks who come after they have taken communion. Most months we get one or two folks. Some months we haven't had any. Today, we had a line. So much fear, sadness, despair, pain. It was unusual to have so many in need of prayer. I wonder if the beginning of Advent has brought things to the surface. I know it has for me. I have found myself very close to God lately. Which by definition is a very vulnerable place indeed.