We joined a Methodist church in November last year after three years struggling to come to terms with the formality, liturgy and tradition of the Church of England. It's been so good to reconnect with our roots.
Last week we celebrated a 'funky Communion', complete with bacon sandwiches, hippy clothing and a deep sense of joy.
We talked on our tables, shared stories and hopes and fears. We read newspapers to search out meaning in prayer. We listened to popular secular music with profound themes. And we danced...
Yes, it was different. Yes, it was not to everyone's taste. Yes, it didn't always hit the mark. And yes, it was absolutely the right thing to do.
For a Christian, communion is a holy, mystical experience. And reverence does not exclude joy.
I'm deeply heartened to know Jesus' first miracle was to transform water into wine and that he was a regular party-goer. My heart longs for more people to join in the party.
