The Call Of God
Stories
Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
On Ash Wednesday of 2000, I had a very powerful worship experience. I was tired, cranky, and in a judgmental frame of mind. I really didn't think that communion and being marked with ashes should be administered at the same time. Ashes on Ash Wednesday, Communion on Maundy Thursday, that's the way it should be. I was distancing myself from what was happening. I was just about totally divorced from the service when the pastor asked me and our Lay Leader to assist him with communion (darn)! We were to assist him after we took communion at the first table. We were using the intinction method, something we don't often do, and the pastor had asked us to pass the loaf between us and break off a piece of bread and eat it.
"Well, this is going to go well," I thought. Those who were thinking ahead waited for the cup. Those who followed directions got some more bread when they figured it out. I was really in a wonderful state of mind by then! I got up and went behind the rail and waited for the next table. The pastor handed me a loaf and one of the cups, and I approached the rail to the first communicant. It was Dick Bonney, a retired pastor in our congregation. I mumbled something about the body and blood of Christ and offered the elements. As he communed, I began to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit passing through me and the elements and on to him. As each person took the communion elements, this energy flow intensified, and I found myself silently praying for each individual in a way that I couldn't have planned or initiated.
After serving that table, I stood off by the side, waiting for the next table. That's when a voice said, "See? That's what it's like!" I don't remember much about serving the remaining tables. I was too confused (read shook up) to focus or channel any energy. I doubt that anyone noticed anything unusual during this whole time. I've been left to wonder if this is a call to higher ministry.
"Well, this is going to go well," I thought. Those who were thinking ahead waited for the cup. Those who followed directions got some more bread when they figured it out. I was really in a wonderful state of mind by then! I got up and went behind the rail and waited for the next table. The pastor handed me a loaf and one of the cups, and I approached the rail to the first communicant. It was Dick Bonney, a retired pastor in our congregation. I mumbled something about the body and blood of Christ and offered the elements. As he communed, I began to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit passing through me and the elements and on to him. As each person took the communion elements, this energy flow intensified, and I found myself silently praying for each individual in a way that I couldn't have planned or initiated.
After serving that table, I stood off by the side, waiting for the next table. That's when a voice said, "See? That's what it's like!" I don't remember much about serving the remaining tables. I was too confused (read shook up) to focus or channel any energy. I doubt that anyone noticed anything unusual during this whole time. I've been left to wonder if this is a call to higher ministry.

