Laying on hands

Last night we ordained four new deacons. Included in the service is a laying on of hands and prayer by all deacons and those in the congregation who wish to participate. I have often been cynical of emotionally charged, manipulative services, so much so that I tend to write off any emotional content as such. But last night, the simple, quiet gesture of individually touching and praying over another, left me with the inability to even whisper my prayer. I pushed back tears, as I witnessed a small community lay hands on those who would desire to be set apart. (just the fact that I admit to pushing back tears during any worship service is big). And today, I still feel renewed.