Walking, feet moving forward, proceeding down the aisle. Forward movement, . somewhat hurried somewhat harried, weary from the journey, yet walking with anticipation. Walking through the desert to the well. Eagerly presenting myself before the Lord. Leaving behind the cares of the world – even if for only a moment.
Sitting now. Sitting is my Sabbath. Sitting is rest from my toil, rest from my worries. The world stops, and I can meditate; I can just be. Sitting to wait for his answers. Sitting to be still and know that He is God. Sitting with Him. Sitting to listen at the feet of Jesus.
Now standing to honor the King, standing to worship the Divine. Standing at attention, making myself alert and ready. Standing together as a community. Standing before my Lord.
Making the sign of the cross: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Head, heart, left, right. All of Him; all of me.
Kneeling, the gesture of submission, the gesture of worship. The posture of complete humility and dependence upon the Lord. Kneeling and waiting for Him to provide the Manna I need to make it through the desert.
The priest with arms outstretched with the offering on the table. Consecration complete. Arms outstretched showing me what the Father has bestowed. Arms outstretched showing the Father the sacrifice that was given for the world - for me.
Priest’s arms now uplifted, offering back to the Father the complete Gift that He has first given for the forgiveness of my sins. The gift of the Son is now presented back to the Father. His Word shall not return to Him void. It is finished.
Walking again., moving forward. this time more reverently as I approach the altar. Walking forward with humility, yet eagerly, as I approach the altar of life.
Stopping at the altar, my turning point. Bowing in reverence to the Son of God. He has become one of us, so that we can become one with Him. I want to be one with Him. Now I am.
The Food of the angels is given to me. I enter the Holy of Holies, and now He is within me. I have within myself the Son of God, the Son of the Ever-Living God.
Pausing before the altar. How I can still be standing I do not know. I am as Moses on Mount Sinai, but the fire is within me. How do I not melt in His Presence? Yet I am stronger now, like iron passed through the fire.
Turning now and walking, pensive yet exuberant. Filled with peace and new life. Walking alone no more. He is within me.
Kneeling now in Thanksgiving, completely overwhelmed with my smallness and His greatness. How can He fit within my heart? Yet all of Him is within me now. The Eucharist is complete.
Sitting again, the Holy Sabbath. Resting and absorbing the Eternal peace and the life force that is within me.
Now standing and singing. Jubilant and free. Enlivened and energized.
Now turning and walking. walking differently now, Rested and ready for the journey. Walking back into the world, renewed because I am now filled with the power of the Resurrection. Alleluia.