When I first attended the Episcopal Church as an evangelical, low-church college student, the liturgical service had a foreign choreography. It was as confusing as that time I stumbled into an advanced Zumba class. I spent my teen years in churches that were physically freewheeling. In our services, you'd see hands waving in praise during a stirring chorus, tearful people falling on the altar rail when convicted, even folks lying prostrate on the floor as the spirit moved. A liturgical church was a whole new dance for me, and I wasn't sure I liked it. Following a set of rules about why and how I should move seemed way too formal and stiff.
When I first attended the Episcopal Church as an evangelical, low-church college student, the liturgical service had a foreign choreography. It was as confusing as that time I stumbled into an advanced Zumba class. I spent my teen years in churches that were physically freewheeling. In our services, you'd see hands waving in praise during a stirring chorus, tearful people falling on the altar rail when convicted, even folks lying prostrate on the floor as the spirit moved. A liturgical church was a whole new dance for me, and I wasn't sure I liked it. Following a set of rules about why and how I should move seemed way too formal and stiff.