April 24, 2017
I am happy to tell you that I have had an article published this month in Angels on Earth, a national magazine with a circulation of 350,000. I got my copy in the mail on Saturday and enjoyed seeing my name pop up when I turned to the right page. Nothing like a popping up name to brighten one’s day!
Yesterday afternoon I sang at the funeral of Madi’s mom, Becki Jo. Madi is the young girl that Sarah and I have been mentoring the past several years. Sarah drove in an hour from college so she could also be there; in this picture, she and Madi were discussing that they are almost the same height. (I am so proud of Madi; she found the courage to get up and sing at her mom’s service and did an amazing job.)
It was a sweet, peace-filled service, although saying goodbye to a 39-year old woman is not an easy task, illustrated by the many tears shed.
After the reception in the church fellowship was over and I was exiting the building through the back of the sanctuary, I happene to notice this girl asleep in the pew.
The sight made me smile because I can’t tell you how many times I fell asleep in a church pew as my parents were still busy praying, counseling, or talking with people.
Of course, my own kids have their own Pew Sleeping Stories to tell, as well.
As I stood for a moment near that sleeping child, I inhaled the aroma of hymnals and history. I listened to the memories of the songs sung and the prayers whispered over the years and I couldn’t help but smile.
There are few things I love more than standing in an old church with my eyes closed. Breathing. Remembering. Listening.
Because for those who have ears to hear, there remains a boundless stream of stories, songs and prayers that can still be snatched from the air around us–sounds that reemerge from the dust and the years and the gatherings and the tears from all those decades past.
I took that moment and held it close.
I listened. I heard. I was grateful for the history I was embracing and I was grateful for the future I was facing because I knew that whatever that future holds, it will always be anchored by the truths that have been prayed and sung and loved by all who gathered–and all those who continue to gather–in these pews.
What about you? Do you love old buildings? What is it that you love?
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.