I’d much rather hug the priest*. Or shake hands. Or do the European cheek-cheek kiss-kiss.
But the whole kneeling business… in front of him and in front of God… it’s not working for me. It just isn’t, never has.
Because after all, what kind of God am I serving? What kind of humanity? What kind of self?
What kind of signal am I sending and do I want to send?
How does my body translate unconditional love to the world – universally?
*male or female