God's work

This morning, in church, during the notices, the usual invitation was given for all present to participate in the Eucharist accompanied with a story of the priest's experience of distributing the Eucharist at a funeral and something a communicant had said when handed the bread.

This reminded me of all those people who, uncertain what to say, say "thank-you". Sometimes they are just saying a generic sort of something, sometimes perhaps they are talking to God, but what I notice is when they are talking to me, as if I am giving them something - I always want to remark that they are thanking the wrong person - this is God's work.

And this is God's work, not ours, we make ourselves all that we can be - but in the end, when we stand or kneel with our hands stretched out and open we are allowing God's work, not the work of the priest or anyone else or ourselves. God's work.