Fearless Wonder

My husband and I had been tutoring some refugees in English since last November. We had to skip a weekend with them, and the next weekend when we called, they had all moved and were living in separate places. The one who speaks good English hasn't gotten us in touch with the ones we were mainly tutoring, and the lady who set us up with them is trying to find them for us, but has told me it may take some time. I was hesitant to start tutoring them because of general selfishness, they live so far away, it will take up so much time.. etc, but in the end I really enjoyed being with them and I think they enjoyed us. We were doing such a small service for them, but for me that were doing a great service. I was wanting something to give to. Despite all my religious questions it was and is clear to me that sharing and loving others is an essential practice. They gave me a place I could live out that practice. And in practicing they became people I loved. Now that we've disconnecte...

Well I had my first taste of wine a couple of weeks ago. Granted it happened at a communion service, so I don't think it counts for much. We visited a small church which meets in the back of a coffee shop and took communion with them. Shortly before we took communion it occurred to me that not all Christians use Welches Grape Juice at communion. Most/Many? use real wine. So I dipped my bread in sparingly. I was really giggly afterwards but I think it was because I was so amused to have finally tasted wine after 29 years. I was talking with a friend recently, comparing spiritual notes. I told my friend I had not been praying to Jesus to save me, even when I felt the emotional pressure to do so. But afterwards when I was telling another friend about tasting wine, I realized I might be a bit of a hypocrite. If I am taking communion, isn't that the same as asking Jesus to save me? I have been very resistant to "fall into the arms of Jesus", pray the sinners praye...