Missing Church on Sunday

     I'm recovering nicely at home now.  I don't get out much, except to walk up and down the street for 20 minutes at a time.  Except for the trip to the hospital for the post-op review, I have only been out to someone else's house for a Spanish discussion on Monday morning.  Someone from the group drove me from home and back, just under two hours for the whole event.  It was nice to be in discussion with friends again.
     The hardest thing to miss so far has been church on Sunday.  I prayed for people during the time of worship, but not being there with everyone just did not feel quite right.  At least I knew I would not have to stand for a long period of time, which is much more tiring than walking, I find.  What struck me the most about the time I spent home on Sunday morning is that the morning went by fast; much faster than it seems when we are in worship together.  There is so much to see and hear at worship.  There are so many people, and so many conversations.  It feels like the most exhilarating part of my entire week.  It is also the time that requires the most energy, which I have now in short supply.  That's why I'm not trying to lead worship again, yet. 
     So once again, I am thankful for Karen Goltz and Tom Barrington, who are filling in for me on Sundays.  The Interfaith Thanksgiving Gathering will be at Trinity on Sunday afternoon, and I hope to be there.  I've been a part of the planning for this for a long time, and I will have very little to do, so I think I can make it.  I just will try not to stand for conversations very long.  I just don't want to miss it.