I spent the afternoon today framing new photos. They are photos of people of every age, from the church, engaged in service or ministry of all kinds. I enjoyed my afternoon in the church all alone. There was framing. And singing. And dancing. And I examined the photos. It made me think.
Within the church right now, there is some controversy/discussion/argument regarding some silly things like how loud the music is on Sunday mornings, and how many times a month we open the hymnals. It makes me sad and I think we are missing the point. And every once in awhile the point is made clear to me...when the church donates tons of food and money for some single Mothers and their children for Christmas...when 17 women get in the car on Friday night and drive an hour to a rescue mission to visit with the 30 residents....when church families donate generously filled backpacks to kids who have nothing...when 92% of the membership comes together in agreement to vote in a new teaching pastor.
And when I looked at the photos today, I saw they illustrate the point so well. We are a family. A family of many generations. Each generation is important to the others. We serve together, we learn together, we worship together.
My hope is that when I get the gallery finished and all of the photos hung on the wall, it will be a reminder to us of what is important in a church.
Feeling blessed to be in this family,