I dreamed a dream.....
I think I'll have a post later, after work, about an emotional Sunday.
Since I'm actually up early this morning, I wanted to share a strange dream that I had before I forgot it! :
For some reason I was attending service at my old church (LCMS)....actually the premise of the service was that our congregation needed to borrow their sanctuary for the day. Annd the current pastor at their church presided(who I honestly don't really know...but for a brief introduction).....although it was a mix of both congregations.....Anyway....it's time for communion....and we're all bringing up metal spaghetti type pots(?). When I get up there (I'm already copping an attitude in my head because technically, I'm no longer welcome at an LCMS table). As we're approaching the rail, Pastor X is dealing out the elements like snacks for preschoolers, or a poker dealer. The elements are: a freeze-dried sweet potato chip (bread), tiny white wine juice boxes....and for an extra bonus: two freeze-dried pickle chips for each person. I scoff "This is how you distribute the body and blood of Christ? and what's with the pickles?" Pr X "Are you going to complain about extra food from Christ?" Me: "And you aren't even going to do the words of institution???". Some random, argument or whatnot from Pr X.
I say "No thank you, please just offer me a blessing." Pr X starts diggin in on me and we get into an argument about Grace. I leave....in the narthex are parishoners waiting for the next service...and then I run into someone who I've known.....but I can't remember now who it was.
There ends the dream.
Interesting no? Okay Amateur Freud's....have a field day.
