Hi, everybody! This is my first post.
Sorta long.
I am Lutheran--was attracted to the liturgy from my Methodist background in my college years. I love the ancient words of the liturgy: "Lord, have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord, have mercy." or "Holy, holy, holy...." It connects us with scriptural roots, and with historic practice which I find very meaningful. One Sunday we will sing the traditional hymnal tunes, another the modern ones, another a folk service, or one based on hymns, another spoken.
We also follow the pericope, that is, the list of international Christian texts, which we share with the Romans, the Anglicans, the Methodists and others. The Old Testament text is always connected with the Gospel reading which, of course, are the words of Jesus. Then the Epistle lesson gives us words from St. Paul, admonishing the early church (and us.)
The habit in the Lutheran church is to preach on the Gospel lesson. I like the discipline of that--no matter how legalistic some Lutheran churches can get (VERY) this discipline usually elicits a homily based on the Gospel promises of Christ. (The terrible fights inside the LCMS over the last 30 years have been over such "Gospel reductionism," as well as "who communes" et al.)
Then--the ancient creed, and the Prayer of the Church: we pray, either in versicle and response format, or more free form, for all the anguish of the world, and in our own lives. This is where the liberal part can come in, quite profoundly, as well as the homily.
Finally--the offertory (preparation for Communion--bread and wine com forward, money gifts, too, peace exchanged) the liturgy is richest at this part, including both the Sanctus and the Agnus Dei. This has become a real love fest in our working class suburban congregation. The communion time which follows is filled with hymns for those done praying. Dancing up to the altar of Christ to receive a "hug" from the Lord in His body and blood, in, with and under the bread and wine--all the baptized are invited.
We return thanks, receive blessing, sing a joyous hymn to seal it, then the organ bursts forth in heavenly tones. The whole gang troops out into the narthex to get a hug from the pastor, and each other again, and then downstairs to coffee hour to celebrate some more.
It is the passion and power that keeps me going, and has helped build family among black and white, young and old, white collar and blue collar folks. Our little congregation was a stuck up "members only" club in 1973 when my husband and I moved here to Chicago's south side from Madison, WI. Now they all love each other, and any stranger is welcomed quickly, the work of the Holy Spirit.
Most voted Dem this election, though we are not overtly political. We have raised so many kids, trying to give them an alternative to the false values they learn in this country these days. And keeping everyone healthy, trying to change them over from drugs for every ailment and terrifying solutions for disease, to eating a little more healthy, thinking and learning and walking, to fight off all the negative stuff surrounding us in this culture.
Worship is our touchstone. We expect to meet the living Christ in that hour (and a half.) And all the Baroque hymns, which we mix with Fanny Crosby and many wonderful newer ones, including those from Africa, C America, all the hymn singing is praying of a deep sort. (Luther said, "He who sings prays twice!") In the daze of the last couple days, lighting the Christ candle, reading Ps 46 in v/p, and praying the Compline (end of day) liturgy helped me recover from the shock.
Much, much love and recovery to you all, dear hearts.