The retreat at the Norbertine Center ended on Sunday morning. Father Angelo would drive me back to the airport where I would pick up a rental car and continue other adventures here in Albuquerque. But, before I left, there was one last opportunity to worship. I went to the chapel a little before 9 a.m. to prepare for worship. Much to my surprise I entered a silent and empty sanctuary. Finally one other retreatant arrived. She informed me that the monks had all gone to another church that morning to celebrate the congregation's 25th anniversary. Fortunately, Father Angelo had volunteered to remain behind in case any of the retreatants wanted to worship. I appreciated his willingness to remain behind.
There were three of us in worship, counting Father Angelo. But, as we came to the Eucharist, the three of us gathered around the simple wooden altar in the middle of the sanctuary. We spoke a liturgy that was very familiar to my ears. And in that moment I was reminded of the communion of saints. At that very moment, the congregation at Roberts Park and others around the world were also sharing this holy meal. Although there were only three of us at that particular table, we were united with others who gathered around tables all around the world. It was a pleasant reminder.
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