I am a Baptist-ordained, Methodist trained, Pentecostal influenced preacher who loves to experience worship in various traditions. Some of my best friends are AME and I've been drawn to the rituals of the Catholic Church as the majority of my hospice patients are Catholic and I am privileged to experience God through their eyes. I am of the belief that having church can mean a shoutin' good time and a quiet fullness. I can dance to praise God, but I can also sit in stillness with tears of gratitude streaming down my face. Worship isn't about volume or a specific set of movements, it is about the heart being tuned in to God.
This past Sunday I had the pleasure of preaching at Christ Church in New Brunswick, NJ a wonderfully progressive Episcopal church. It was my first time EVER worshipping at an Episcopal Church. I was invited by my sister in the pulpit and pavement, the Reverend Joanna Hollis (she inspired me as a preaching momma to run the Philadelphia marathon when she completed in it 2016). And while I loved preaching, the greatest pleasure was connecting with this local body of Christ in worship. I enjoyed the liturgy, as it reminded me of my days as a chapel steward at the Theological School at Drew University. The focus on the Eucharist and the solemnity in which the table was approached. I appreciated the moments of silence for reflection. I appreciated the posture of worship: kneeling, genuflecting, and crossing as a sign of one's personal piety. And the collective reading and singing was beautiful as we raised voices together to confess our sins and seek pardon.
So my testimony is this: I love God. I worship God. I seek God. I am strengthened by God. I am connected to God through Jesus Christ. And while I am ordained Baptist and have been formed by the traditions of my denomination, being Baptist does not define or confine my worship or spirituality. Oh, and I love the vestments of my Episcopal sisters!