On a Mission...Apparently...

Last Thursday, my loving husband and I decided we would attend Maundy Thursday Service at Church. It's one of the more moving/dramatic services held each year and rightfully so. We got there early to be sure and get the good seats --at the back of course- we're Presbyterian :). We typically head up top to the balcony but feared we'd be the only ones up there so we headed to one of the last rows in the sanctuary.

We sat down and settled in. About 1/2 way through, we realized there would be communion and this was not the type that was going to be passed through the pews, which is traditionally done in our church. This was the special occasion kind of communion- where you go up and take it from the minister. (All you theologians out there please feel free to comment and give me the correct terminology for this!) The ushers made their way to our pew to instruct us when it was our turn to make our way forward. Because my loving husband and I were seated in the prime back pew seats, we were of course, FIRST to go up and receive communion.

Let me back up a couple of years....you should know that a few years ago our church installed SLATE floors in the sanctuary. The sound is amazing for all you classical concert goers. It is not so great if you come in late as EVERYONE can hear you. Ok. Back to my story.

The ushers came up and my loving husband let me lead us to the front. Got the bread, got the wine, turned to walk back to my seat. I felt like one.five million eyes were on me since we were some of the first to go through the process. This only made me walk quickly back to our beloved back pew seats. I could sense my loving husband trying to stifle a snicker behind me, so this made me walk even faster. Power walking in my woman shoes. (That's what I call high heels).

When we sat down, he leaned over to me and said, "Congrats, Lis. Your walk has to be the loudest thing this sanctuary has heard all evening. "

I instantly got blotchy (a fabulous trait I somehow inherited) and whispered, "What?!?"

And then I knew. I had done the woman on a mission walk. While accepting communion in front of our rather large congregation. It's the walk teachers use when they are coming down the hallways in schools. The walk that makes you shudder when you hear it in grocery stores because you know that woman is balancing home and work far more gracefully than you. The walk that demands people to get out of your way when they hear you behind them. The impatient stomp of the powerful high heel. The pointier the toe, the higher the heel, the louder the walk. And I most certainly had on pointy, tall heels. No wonder everyone was staring. It was enough for me to use the back exit of the church after the service was over. Sheesh. We will be returning to the balcony from here on out.

In closing and in honor of my good friend who is leaving me for Texas....I hope all you bloggers had a Hoppy Easter :)