My Last Sunday as Pastor
Not one person in our church would use the word “perfect” to describe us. We are a broken, wounded, somewhat elderly congregation looking for meaning and love. We attempt a semi-liturgical worship style with a split chancel, acolytes, and lectionary-based sermons, but the ministers do not wear robes, and we sing old gospel hymns. We have a rotating list of scripture readers who may or may not be present on their day to read. Our choir has fifteen members – we think it’s full if eight show up. Our microphones sometimes screech. Our oldest members cannot sit before the stained-glass window due to the sharp sunlight, and the AC kicks in around the offertory prayer with gusto. But we are not dying nor struggling. We are a vibrant community of grace that holds fast to the divine-human encounter. Our mission statement is Grace Grows Here . Our administrative structure is built around this statement with three teams serving each other, the community, and the facilities (Gr...