My mother's church got flooded out of their building after a big storm at the beginning of August and have been meeting at the presbytery offices for the last few weeks.
This last Thursday they held a work day to finish up things so that they could be in the building this morning. I wasn't able to go work, but I did make a couple of batches of cookies (oatmeal raisin and chocolate-chocolate chip) for the people who were working. I delivered them around noon Thursday and that was the last I thought of them.
This morning, we went to our separate churches as usual, and as usual, I went to meet her at her church after the services.
As I walked into the building, people walking out complemented me on my cookies, which was nice of them.
It turns out that there was more to it than that. Apparently, in the excitement about getting back into the building, they forgot that it was a Communion Sunday and no one had thought to buy bread. So they used my cookies.
I'm sorry I missed it. I've been told that the visual of their interim saying the Words of Institution and breaking an oatmeal cookie in half was quite a thing to see.
Sounds like God truly blessed your gift!
Posted by: Stushie | September 07, 2008 at 03:12 PM
Reminds me of the holy hamburger buns at the retreat that time. Which I mean in a good way; that was one of my most moving communion experiences.
Posted by: Jenny | September 07, 2008 at 08:41 PM
Charming story!
Greetings from another RevGal!
Posted by: stcasserole | September 17, 2008 at 05:00 AM