The Peace

This past Sunday I paid a visit to the International Anglican Church here in the Springs. I had found it while still back in Indy as I scoured Google Maps for gems in my new neighborhood. I'd never been to an Anglican church before but after looking through their website, I didn't see anything I disagreed with and I found it very exciting that they were a church plant from Rwanda. And as it's in walking distance to my new home, I saw no reason not to go. So I did. 

It was a good experience, I enjoyed the liturgical aspects and sermon on daily worship. While there were no hymns accompanied by the saw, banjo or harmonica, there was one thing that brought a smile to my face and reminded me a bit of Redeemer... the pastor's Birks were tossed beneath a pew as he preached his sermon barefoot.

After the sermon we sung a song, had a lengthy prayer and then were told to greet one another in peace. So I shook a few hands and moseyed my way on out the door. I thought it somewhat strange that there was no mass exodus but figured this is good, these people just like each other and want to visit. But later that afternoon I was feeling suspicious. I remembered that I had seen communion set out up front but had no memory of taking communion. And an offertory... nope, don't remember that happening either. Did I really leave before the service was over? So I pulled out my bulletin to take a look see. Sure enough, I had headed out during The Peace and missed communion and the offertory.

Guess The Peace is not the time to peace out!