It was a good event not only by hearing service in Spanish, but to see the entire church in one place at one time.
Maybe it was my state of mind but I was really touched by a song that we sung. I've never heard it before. It was a different tempo than the Petra song by the same name so I don't think it was the same.
We sung it in English and then Spanish. When I heard those words, "Jesus, AMIGO de los pecadores," I felt something deep. I don't speak Spanish but everyone is familiar with Amigo. Jesus is really the worthless sinners', messed up person's amigo? Wow. That's fantastic!
It was a day when depression is trying to seep in around the corners. Yesterday I went down to Seattle and had lunch with three of my children (all in college). Today, I am alone, save my Saint Bernard who is now too old to keep up with me.
I watched at the greet time at church. This is a normal thing to watch others embrace and talk. You can tell that many are old friends.
I didn't realize how many of my friends were at my old church. Maybe I did know but I didn't feel it until now.
I know it is my responsibility to reach out and to make friends at my new church. I came home and ran five miles . . . which is a huge amount for me. I've never been a good runner and have never found that runner's high on endorphins. I was hoping for a little today. I do think the distraction helped.