A Microwave meal. That was part of supper this evening, freshly bought at Lidl.
We realised later that we probably haven’t had a pre-packaged meal like that for over 20 years.
What is normal inevitably changes, and at the time you don’t realise what novelties will become patterns as you try them, and how some patterns fade.
I got to musing: is liturgy (the pre-written stuff) like a pre-prepared meal? If so, if it is not freshly prepared, organic even, is it as nourishing as it could or should be? Within the congregation at All Saints we probable have people who have worshipped in every Christian tradition, and for this time Jesus has brought us together in this place with the Anchor. And we feel at home with the diet we have. Not everything is as ‘mama used to make,’ but it feels like home cooked. And, probably most significant, seasoned by the Holy Spirit.
Our meal this evening was not just what was in the box. There was toasted naan bread, the remains of a mixed salad bag, and most importantly prepared with love, honesty and humour. It was a feast. With good coffee.
Likewise liturgy. It isn’t just the food, but the love, honesty and humour with which it is offered and received.
Come and dine with me tomorrow…