Rediscovering ritual
There are people who say that Evangelicalism is rife with ritual - and for some, that may be true. For me...it was lacking. Something about how the papery wafers, small plastic sips of juice - taken once a month were usually in conjunction with some sort of special occasion or speaker (or offering) never set right with me (though I did love the act of Communion itself). Scented canola oil, smudged across foreheads by elders who barely glanced at who they were praying for - rarely making eye-contact...whose prayers were generic, repeating themselves from the person before me to the last person in line...however well-intentioned, the stark lack of intentional relationship never jived with my Soul. As I began to rebuild my faith, I found myself drawn time and again to rituals as part of my spiritual practice. I began offering thanks to the earth where our garden is planted, observing the moon & its cycles. Journaling, pulling cards - pr...