On Monday I finally got around to partaking in a communion service at the stately old Anglican church just across the road from work. Powerful is the only word to describe it. The symbolism, ritual, and evident reverence for the sacredness of the communion elements spoke directly to my soul. I got a sense of the magnitude of Jesus’ sacrifice on *my* behalf. OK, so the church holds some liberal type views which I consider flaky, but clearly the Lord is there. It is so different to the totally casual, laid-back style of my home church. These people really seem to hold God in awe, respect, and reverence. In my pursuit of intimacy with Christ, I have been guilty of somehow relating to him on just a human level, forgetting His sovereignty, glory, and holiness. I am going back: I need more of the sacred in my life.