SANTA ANA, Calif. — Worship requires neither proper place nor proper clothing. For believers, the same could be said of God’s grace.
It requires no invitation and is necessitated by no particular Sunday morning ritual. It can sometimes show itself ostentatiously on a Monday morning or slyly reveal itself entirely unbidden on a Thursday at 3:15.
And sometimes it can show up when you are in an uncomfortable yoga position where you started by doing a push-up, then your left knee dropped to the floor near your right hip and your forearms lowered to the mat and then your right leg fell to the floor and your right foot’s circulation is about done and you’re supposed to be lifting your chest up at the same time.
And there it is. What everyone here has come for, really. That moment that “I’m with God by myself,” explains Courtney Scantlin, a working mother of two from Lake Forest, Calif., who is not so unfamiliar with God’s grace that she is blinded by the fact that she is also multitasking while doing Holy Yoga at Mariner’s Church in Mission Viejo, Calif., on a Tuesday night.