The lyrics we were practicing while the technician wrestled with mikes and cords had lines like "I am the Bread of Life" and "Arise! Go across Jordan!" which are incompatible with being grouchy. By the time the warm up faded into performance, I was already feeling blessed. 

The service included a lovely depiction of the Children of Israel crossing the Jordan with the ark. When the blue fabric was pulled back to represent the waters receding there were smooth stones scattered on the riverbed. On each one, inscribed in gold letters was a single word.

The minister pointed out that when the dark waters of criticism are drawn back, blessings appear. That felt true. The discontent that had marred the morning kept me from seeing the sweetness around me. I was playing the guitar when people were invited to gather up a stone, and could not fetch one. But a friend noticed and placed one on my music stand. 

As a conclusion to the series on Living Gratefully the adults were invited to join a long table set with bread and wine. People sat together, passing plates and cups, and smiling quietly. Then the ministers laid their curved hands on each bowed head and offered a blessing. The priest motioned for me to lay down the guitar and come to the table, with him and his wife. John sat beside me. We too shared bread and wine, and a prayer. Then the congregation swept back in to surround the four of us with their blessings, as we all connected in a circle of community. 

I will cherish that smooth stone for a long time. If one day my children ask me what it means, I will tell them.