I've just decided that I'm weird. Not that I really had any delusions to the contrary before this, but it's just become more clear in recent days.
I'm almost thirty years old, single--and I love my church. It's old, and traditional in many respects. It only has about 400 people. It has no celebrities visit, and doesn't have a television ministry. It's been in the same location for a hundred years. It still has Sunday school classes, a stone building, pews and stain-glass windows. They still have a choir, and an organ and on occasion they recite the Apostles' Creed. The pastor wears a tie and lives within walking distance of the church. It has members from generations when the church was the heart of the community and to them, it still is.
And though I see people my age and younger finding church homes in less traditional settings, whether that be house churches, or bigger churches with hipper music and lights and sound and multi-media events, I still feel more at home at Grace. Maybe I do have an old soul.. maybe I'm just an old-fashioned girl who grew up with hymns and likes to hear them every once and awhle. Maybe I am weird.
But maybe I enjoy being where the grace of God has a reputation of working and changing peoples' lives. Maybe I want to be a part of something that has a rich heritage of impact and care of the community. Maybe I want to have a place in the rest of its history, and be a part of this legacy of Grace.
Monday, February 11, 2008
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