Perhaps my most powerful memory of celebrating Holy Communion took place when I had something very specific I was praying for.
I was instructed to examine myself and decide what I needed to turn over to God. At the time, I was losing my job as a counselor and discerning a call to the full-time ministry. And I was a bundle of nerves.
So as I lifted the sacramental bread into the air, I prayed one simple word. "Anxiety."
And I experienced the healing of Christ in a way I never had before. It wasn't immediate, but over the course of the day I felt my anxiety fading away, replaced by an assurance that whatever I was going through, I wasn't going through it alone.
As I reflect on that day and that moment, I realize that what I got out of the worship experience was directly related to what I put into it.
How do you put more into your experience of worship?
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