by Lee Hull Moses
Last Sunday, just after worship, I was standing by the front door, greeting visitors and saying goodbye to folks as they left. Other people were getting coffee and catching up with each other. A couple of kids came up to show me what they’d made in children’s church. An older man gave me some new details about a major life transition he’s making. A woman told me some news about her husband’s health.
The baby we’d just dedicated was being passed around among doting grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. A brand new mom was showing off her newborn. Our older kids and teenagers were selling wrapping paper to raise money for hurricane relief. Members of the church board were preparing for their meeting. The room buzzed with conversation.
Then, for a brief moment, there was calm in the mayhem, and I watched this scene unfold: A mom walked toward the door with her two children in tow, clearly ready to leave. Just as they got to the door, however, the children caught sight of someone across the room. Their faces lit up with recognition, and they gestured to their mother, can we go? The mom smiled, and nodded her assent.
The children dashed through the crowd, dodging around people to get to their target: an older woman who gathered them into a hug. She smiled, as delighted to see them as they were to see her. She is not their grandmother; this mom and her children live far from their relatives. They have formed this unlikely bond, though, because of their connection to this church. What a joy it is to watch.
That’s the scene I’ll think about when I fill out my pledge card this year.
How about you?