Today, Kevin and I were blessed to attend church in Utrecht, Holland at St. Martin's Cathedral, or Domkerk as it is known locally.
The church is beautiful and as you can imagine we don't normally worship in such a setting, living as we do in Boise, Idaho. In fact, our home city goes for a much simpler worship style and one that suits us well on a regular basis. Today's worship, though, was special.
The choir in their long red robes filling the church with ancient song, the sounds rich and full in the stone church.
The kindness of the elderly Dutch gentleman sitting next to me, guiding me through the Dutch prayer book, pointing to each song and prayer and probably wincing inwardly at my botching of the Dutch language.
The female priest.
The story of Peter and the overflowing net of fish which I could make out even in Dutch.
The communion. Oh, the communion. I loved it. The lining up, altogether, sharing a cup, thanking my Lord for what he's given me.
And my favorite, greeting each other with the words, "the Peace of Christ," said by some in Dutch, others in English.
Indeed, today I am blessed.
Vrede van Christus.