Worship on the Farm

It was a different kind of All Saints Sunday here on the farm.   Not being able to be in a church setting for a structured order of worship made the day a bit different.  Since my mother's name was one of those called this year in the church she worshipped, it was impossible to go through the day without thinking often about the significance of the day.  Such thoughts brought with them some regrets about not being able to be present, but more importantly, a host of memories.   

Of course, worship does not require the interior of a sanctuary, nor does celebrating All Saints Sunday require a ritual and holy communion.  It was in the evening part of the  day that the moment of worship came around here.  In the Celtic tradition the twilight part of the evening is a threshold moment and also thought of as one of those thin moments when heaven and earth are touching one another.  In some ways when it came it came as something anticipated, but also something which came almost as a surprise.   

As the light was giving way to darkness I walked between there and here calling her name and the names of others who had gone on to the eternal home.  Some were family members and some were friends.  As I called the names, I thanked God for the memories each one brought to my mind and heart.  It might have been a different kind of worship, but it was still a moment of great blessing.