Confession: And I remembered today’s fellowship meal at exactly 7:46 am.
This is way beyond cute now, far out into the ridiculous camp.
I think I’m living life like the butcher who backed up into his meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.
Did you know it is possible to take a Little Caesar’s pizza and a half gallon of ice cream to a Mennonite potluck, and the sky does not fall?
I love being a part of Meadville Mennonite Chapel. I love it all—
the buoyant energy, the shining faces when we meet
someone wearing a wedding dress cuz it’s their anniversary
the full-voiced singing in parts and joy
the way He’s there
the clapping of black Sister Eva, and the few tentative hand-raises of the rest of us
the children fidgeting
the Spirit-filled insights of the ladies in Sunday school, and their happy chatter in small groups
the way my single friend Anna adopts a special needs boy for the morning, lets him sleep on her lap, teaches him
the projects my kids bring back from class
the sermon, the way my pastor knows what is going on in the world and leads us to think about life and Jesus
the chat and great food afterwards
the returning of miscellaneous items misplaced through the week
the good words from good people—I heard
Oh, just go ahead and keep it
I pray for you every day
I enjoyed Sunday school
I wanted to thank you…
I love these people, and I love that they let me bomb.
I left church without my ice cream scoop.