Do Church

We did a fair amount of churchy things while in the hospital. Not the least of which was celebrating the Eucharist with a priest friend who visited and brought her patten and chalice (wow I hope those are the correct words for the plate and cut for the bread and wine). We said prayers and shared the bread and wine right there in the hospital room. I've never done that before.

The next day another priest friend visited, also in her collar. While we visited Eliot said 'do church' a few times. I was confused. I told him we would do church later (I thought he was referring to the day we said some prayers and blessed him before his first surgery). Before our friend left she offered to say some prayers (during which Eliot told me shut my eyes) and then it dawned on me. He saw her collar and wanted to share the Eucharist.

Holy crap.

We decided to meet him in the middle with a few short prayers and some Veggie Booty on the lid of a large Sun-Maid Raisins box and a promise for 'bread church' soon.