Sharing the cup

I searched the internet for possible options. I made sure that it is somehow related to what i was familiar with. A recent visitor helped me get additional information. The choices were trimmed down to three.

And so on that Sunday morning, I had to make a choice. Which church should I go to? I have always wanted to see French Christians. They seem to be a rare breed. I haven't encountered one in my entire life. So my trip to Paris gave me a great opportunity to see what they do. And so I chose what I thought to be the best one. The name includes "Pentecostal." It must be a good choice. Very near the metro. It wouldn't be so complicated to go there.

My adventure begins.

I couldn't find the place (the number was not indicated outside). I just followed the crowd.

The service already started. I chose a seat and sat down. A big column covered my view. I couldn't see the pastor. Moving was not possible. Other people came in and I would create some fuss if I move. And so I hear what I couldn't see. Still good. I am a good listener.

The singing began. I didn't know the songs. My seatmate gingerly shared her booklet. It was then that I discovered... it is not the pentecostal service I had in mind. But it is okay. The important thing is that I was able to attend a service.

I loved though the part where everyone was free to verbalize their praises to God. Filipinos should be more like that. Even during the big services.

The pastor gave a short sermon. I don't remember it. Too early mornings for the last week. Not enough sleep. Thus, I was so so sleepy!

And then verbal praises again. Then singing. And then suddenly, I heard the pastor asking something to the people and saw them stand. I did not quite understand his words so I decided to remain seated.

Good decision.

It was the communion.

Why?

In shock I saw the usher giving a silver cup and a tissue to the first person on the row. I asked myself, "Will they do what I think they will do?"

And they did!

One drinks. Then cleanses the edge with the tissue paper. The next one does the same thing. Until the last one.

I would have wanted to take the communion. But I just couldn't. I hope it is okay.

Christ probably shared His cup with the disciples.

Still...