The closure of a Cursillo weekend is usually a joyous occasion, though the bulk of the participants and the team are usually really tired. The community comes together for this final service, and, along with the things particular to the Cursillo weekend, celebrates the Eucharist. The music at this service was particularly beautiful, not just because I happen to be madly in love with the lead guitarist, but because the Cursillo community in the diocese of Spokane really likes to sing, and there’s something really nice about singing with people who enjoy each other, and enjoy singing.
I also got to have communion again, which I think I’ve decided I like — and miss. So that bumps the communion count up to 6 for the year, instead of the 20+ we’d usually be at at this point in the year.