I've never celebrated a silent Eucharist before. We use so many words, me more than most, that the chance to simply follow the drama through the offering of gifts, pouring of wine and beckoning people to come, receive was poignant squared.
The pouring out of wine with a noisy, bleeding glug sometimes needs to be heard. The breaking of bread, in complete and wordless silence, with a snap and crumbs, was more symbolic of brokenness for me than any, 'We break this bread..' liturgy. Did anyone notice me gulp and gasp?
The handing out of crumbly baton, without verbal reminder, to the ashed eighty of us in semi-darkness will live with me this Lent. Haunting, in the best sense of the word. Thanks for sharing it with me if you did. Who needs conversation to have communion? On which thought, it's now quiet day and the computer, phones and fax go off until late afternoon.
Go in silence into the peace of lent.
Go in stillness into this time of self-examination.
Go in peace to love and serve the Lord, awaiting the joyous party of Easter.