The Streams

I like the image of water flowing;  it is lively;  it carries a sense of effortlessness;  it brings joy.

I really think that is the intention behind the display of God's glory in the church, which presents itself in many "streams," representing a God of variety, who can't be held or contained by any one group within Christendom.  Sure, there have been "malfunctions" along the way, and we have muddied the waters.  And yes, there are "counterfeit streams" as well.  Nonetheless, the Spirit flows on through the church, and she is being refined, to be beautiful on That Day.

I spent some time at the Mt. Angel Abbey this past week, taking in Noon Prayers - and while I was reminded of some of the differences between this tradition and the stream I worship in, I also recognized some similarities.   One of them was the result of a rather small act.  The monks, 25 or so of them, had lined the vestibule of the Sanctuary and were reciting their mid-day prayers.  One of the monks, part-way through, stepped out of the line, turned, and bowed toward the cross.  What did the other monks think of this display?  He moved and "motioned" when no one else was.  Did they feel nervous for him?  Was he feeling awkward for exhibiting his devotion to his Master?  Was this a socially acceptable action in a very solemn assembly?  Was he self-conscious?  Were others wondering if he would embarrass them or himself?

The social and personal implications of worship in this liturgical Catholic setting were the same that many of us have experienced in our own place of worship.  Someone raises her hand, or - hmmm - stands up.  Awkward or OK?  Acceptable or frowned upon?  Worshiping free, or constrained by our fears, judgments, and - is it pride?  I'm not sure about that last one, but I am sure that no matter what stream we come from or worship in, unreserved abandon to the Master is a beautiful thing in His eyes!