Yesterday was the last Sunday our congregation met to worship on zoom - well, our rector carefully said, the last time for the foreseeable future. For fifteen months, as we've gotten the hang of this mediated "house church" thing, we've been talking up all the things it's allowed us to do, especially how it has helped us see and be seen by each other, wherever we happen to be, the spaces of our lives linked. Will we remember this special form of communitas, I wonder, once the satisfactions of being embodied in the same space return?
