Actually, I doubt anything could really be the Taize experience except…well, the Taize experience. But we tried!

There is actually a Facebook group called the Taize We Sing Till Our Throats Hurt Appreciation Society, and I’ll copy a bit from their page: For all those who have been to or heard of the wonder that is Taize. Especially for those who have experienced: eating only with a spoon, sweaty Germans singing out of key, camping in hailstones, stealing a red bowl for good luck, crying on a complete stranger’s shoulder, sunburn, singing random songs behind Oyak, eating hundreds of Ritz (with us it was pretzels and nutella), falling asleep in the church and waking up with a stiff neck, and finally…for all those who go to Taize services at home and find it just isn’t the same.

This whole paragraph is stunningly true.

But it actually went quite well, not the same, but pretty good! It’s now going to be a monthly thing, each second Saturday, if any of you are interested in coming sometime.

Thank you to my family…especially my mom, who figured how to use orange fabric in the sanctuary without it looking tacky and my dad who read the prayer…Pastor Dave who was so very patient…Jeff for playing the organ especially on such short notice…Jonathon for reading the psalm on the spur of the moment…and everybody who came and sang with us. I love you all!

A couple photos:

Candles in front of the William Angle Window

The sanctuary!!! Notice please my dad’s back/elbows, Mr. Fornoff’s back, the pentecost banner that has been up for several months now, and the artful Taize decorations.

I really like this one–cross, fabric, candles, and In Remembrance of Me.

Coming Tomorrow: Mom Does the Facebook Face!

In resurrectione tua Christe, caeli et terra laetentur…in resurrectione tua Christe, caeli et terra lae tentur!