Homebound communion
This past Sunday, Rev. Fred Graham (a retired minister in our church) and I went to The Marquette, an assisted living center, to give homebound communion to two of our church members. We also picked up and dropped off prescriptions for another homebound member. I went with him in my role as a Deacon.
This was the first time I had ever done homebound communion, and I was surprised at how enjoyable and moving it was for me. I go off the Deacons at the end of this year, but I hope I get to do homebound communion again. It reminded me of when the minister, Drees, from my Mom's church came to the hospital to visit my father and said the Lord's prayer with him a couple days before he died. It was a really nice moment for my Mom and me (especially since Dad was "okay" with it - a rare occurrence when he was in the hospital).
The people who received communion were very appreciative. One of the women was 95 years old - I was amazed to find out her age, as I would have guessed she was in her 70's. I hope I'm that clear and look that good when I pass 80!
On our drive, Fred and I talked about books we're reading. It turns out that we both like mysteries and have read many of the same authors. He recommended Patricia Moyes - I haven't read her books, so I've put a couple on hold at my library. I told him about a couple books I've just read - Middlesex by Geoffrey Eugenides and the Princeton mystery series by Ann Waldron.
Fred knew my Uncle Howard briefly when their paths crossed in Waterloo, Iowa many years ago. Small world in the Presbyterian church.
This was the first time I had ever done homebound communion, and I was surprised at how enjoyable and moving it was for me. I go off the Deacons at the end of this year, but I hope I get to do homebound communion again. It reminded me of when the minister, Drees, from my Mom's church came to the hospital to visit my father and said the Lord's prayer with him a couple days before he died. It was a really nice moment for my Mom and me (especially since Dad was "okay" with it - a rare occurrence when he was in the hospital).
The people who received communion were very appreciative. One of the women was 95 years old - I was amazed to find out her age, as I would have guessed she was in her 70's. I hope I'm that clear and look that good when I pass 80!
On our drive, Fred and I talked about books we're reading. It turns out that we both like mysteries and have read many of the same authors. He recommended Patricia Moyes - I haven't read her books, so I've put a couple on hold at my library. I told him about a couple books I've just read - Middlesex by Geoffrey Eugenides and the Princeton mystery series by Ann Waldron.
Fred knew my Uncle Howard briefly when their paths crossed in Waterloo, Iowa many years ago. Small world in the Presbyterian church.
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