Sunday, July 19, 2009

You Are Invited

I welcome you to this little church in the country. Wear your favorite casual clothes, plan on finding someone here who looks at you with love and motions you to come sit by them. Smell the coffee brewing and be assured that someone made your favorite ginger snaps and filled the creamer with real half and half. Be prepared when someone who loves you comes up behind you and rubs your shoulders, humanly trying to soothe your cares away. Look within the tattered song book and find that your favorite joyful songs are marked and if you want to, you are welcome to remain seated while we sing, finding your holy moment as you hear the songs of praise. Look around you and notice accepting hearts and spirits. Collect smiles. Do you see Grandma Eloise to the left, knitting on her lap, blissful expression of thankfulness on her soft, lined face? She prayed for you on Tuesday when the Lord brought you to mind. In front of her is Tom. He was up with the birds, fishing in the creek, when the Holy Spirit visited his heart and drew him here, where people try to love. And the pastor, he's got a scruffy beard and wears a soft flannel shirt. His eyes crinkle as he lifts a child up to light a candle. He prayed for you, too. He prayed for you on his morning walk as he fingered his tattered Moleskine notebook, always in his pocket, at the ready to document his thoughts and concerns for this diverse little group of Jesus followers. Jane, the mother of five children and wife of the country doctor, slides in next to you. "Can you join us for lunch after the service? The children have been asking after you. We're having tuna sandwiches, fruit salad and brownies. Does that sound good?" She reaches for your hand, gives it a soft and welcoming squeeze, and quietly returns to her row of well-loved offspring. The gentle tinkle of the old piano fills the air, everyone in attendance scoots together, closer to the aisle, faces expectantly looking at the cross on the wall, knowing and feeling the mercy bestowed upon them, recognizing that they are home. YOU are one of them.

Who you REALLY are is so much better than who you are trying to be. ~Pom Pom

Isn't it a big challenge to simply be who we are? And when we rest and accept ourselves, then we respond in love and push ourselves to do things for others, help the helpless, lay aside our pride and involve ourselves in the mess of living. Oh Lord, help me to cast aside the pride of life, leaving it in a heap on the floor, moving closer to what is real. Amen.



Thank you Pom Pom xx

Elizabethd said...

I just wanted to be there. Thank you.

Saleslady371 said...

I was just thinking "I want to attend this church" and then realized your last line...I am the church.

Bradley Maston said...

Beautiful. I'm glad to be there with you! I love you.

Anonymous said...

Oh how beautiful Pom Pom, what a wonderful post and such a great reminder to us all to be ourselves.

PS. What is the name of the Chris Rice piano CD you mentioned on my blog? I can't seem to find it anywhere. Thank you. xx

Gigi said...

Lovely, lovely post -- ;-). I know the others who attend must feel so blessed to have your warm, kind little self there as well!
The grandma with her knitting reminds me of something funny. A friend told me that (years ago) in her little country church, one of the older ladies often brought a sack of black eyed peas to shell in her lap during the service. Can't you just imagine ;-)?
Blessings Friend,

Anonymous said...

Lovely, Pom Pom!

I hope you have a blessed week!

Veronica said...

The text in red really speaks to me today. I am seeing similar messages everywhere.

Deborah said...

Thank you for this! It is lovely and encouraging! May you have a wonderful week!