For the first time in more than 40 years
On a Sunday morning
I walked into a church.
Not as a pastor.
Or, as a family member.
Only as a stranger.
Hoping to find a place
And to be treated as a guest.
Wondering what it would be like to be in a different place.
And, to try on a different role.
Sitting among the congregation instead of in front of them.
Learning to worship with them rather than to lead worship for them.
We were greeted with a smile.
And a welcome
As we found our way to our seats.
More towards the back than towards the front.
But the sanctuary was small.
Smaller than any of the sanctuaries where I have served as pastor.
So anywhere we would have sat would have been “near the front.
Tears filled my eyes as I watched the pastor and a child of the congregation come forward at the beginning of service, hand in hand, to light the candles signaling the beginning of the service. Tears filled my eyes again as we sang the opening hymn to the hymn tune HYFYDOL which is the same tune for the hymn Child of Blessing, Child of Promise which is the hymn I sang countless times as we celebrated a baptism. In those moments, there was sadness and hope; a letting go and a taking up.
I admit I held my breath as we walked up the steps to that small church.
Not knowing what we would find
Or more, how I would feel.
But we were met with welcome and grace
And, a reminder that we are called to be God’s people in the world.
The next time will be easier.
Whitney says
November 11, 2018 at 2:41 pmThank you for sharing your journey and for continuing to show up ❤️
Anne Bentzen says
November 11, 2018 at 3:26 pmThank you for sharing. Change is hard. But it is everywhere these days. Everything seems very awkward. Change pushes us out of our comfort zone. The unknown challenges us to have the courage to trust in the potential goodness of the present moment. Grace is always there. Why are we always expecting the other shoe to drop? Many are thinking of you. Peace.
Kathryn Perry says
November 15, 2018 at 9:11 pmWe never know where our journey will take us or who will meet us along the road. I remember on our honeymoon buying a wildflower guide as we wandered around the UK. I remember learning that bilberries are essentially blueberries and that as we learned the flowers, we felt we continually met friends along our walks. Songs take us back and also lift our hearts on wings forward. May your journey continue to be fruitful and filled with joy.