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what happened with my daughter during the Eucharist
“Spiritual hurt – and healing – runs so deep, I can hardly find words to pin to it. My soul shriveled and cracked, half-baked and dying, when it was exposed to the oppressive heat of harmful theology. Liturgical worship runs now like water into the driest, deadest parts, bringing tiny sprigs of green life into ideas and emotions I thought would never be revived. Healing flows in a trickle. Most of the time, it is imperceptible. Drop by drop, week by week. Slowly, gently, naturally. I don’t have to chase it, seek it, or demand it. Instead, healing searches for me. It flows naturally, but it does not flow quickly.”
Today I am over at Carly Gelsinger’s blog, sharing what happened with my daughter during the Eucharist last week. I hold this story very close. I hope you like it. You can read the rest here.