A Holy Place

"Earth's crammed with heaven,
and every common bush afire with God,
and only he who sees takes off his shoes;
the rest sit around it and pluck blackberries."

—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

You never know when a worship service will transcend expectations. Today's service was a celebration of a unique ministry called Sunday Fellowship. Members of Fellowship are adults with intellectual disabilities . 

About eight fellowship members attend Sunday services while twenty-five participate in special Fellowship services twice a month. In today's service the entire congregation partook in a typical Fellowship service.  

At one point the leader holds her hands about ten inches apart and asks "Does God love you this much ?" And they respond and we respond, " Yes, and much more."
This continues until your arms are spread as wide as possible and the same questions are asked.

One of their rituals is to say their name and tell where they find God. Not everyone has language,  but many do. 

" My  name is Ann, " said one member "and I found God in my sister "

"...I find  God at Sunday Fellowship."

" I find God in my mother."

Indeed this is a Holy place.