by Lee Hull Moses
There were bubbles. And balloons.
There was the rush of a mighty wind.
There were tongues of fire.
And hot dogs.
And a giant slide.
There were voices from the past and new friends in the present.
There were gifts and hopes and promises for the future.
We sang. We prayed. We laughed. We cried. We remembered.
One hundred years, church! What a celebration we had. I hardly have words for it, except to say thank you to all of you who made it possible, and all of you who celebrated with us, in person and from afar.
This week, with the celebration behind us, there are thank you notes to write, and emails to catch up on, and piles of stuff to sort through.
But also, the Care Team is at work, caring for two of our families who have loved ones in the hospital. Another church member just stopped in with news from the food pantry we work with. Table Topics and Table Talk are meeting, giving people a chance to connect with each other midweek. A whole crew of kids are heading off to church camp next week, at Christmount and Camp Caroline.
The spirit continues to move, the wind keeps blowing, the voices still shout and whisper, the fire still burns, the work of the church lies ever before us.
Our worship on Sunday opened with one of the great old hymns of the church, The Church’s One Foundation, and I can’t seem to get the tune out of my head. There are so many great lines in that song (“and mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won” might be my favorite), but the second verse is really speaking to me right now:
Called forth from very nation, yet one o’er all the earth;
our charter of salvation, one Lord, one faith, one birth.
One holy name professing and at one table fed,
to one hope always pressing, by Christ’s own Spirit led.
The work of the church goes on, led by the spirit, for a hundred years more and on into eternity.
Bring it on, second century. We’re ready for you.