Today's Lectionary Text
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
It’s June and now unofficially summer. I have high hopes our soggy spring will bring forth a sunny summer. As we change seasons, I’m acutely aware of two other changes happening in my life. My daughter turns thirteen (yikes!) and my beloved Grandmother’s church is closing.
My grandmother was (and still is) one of my favorite people. She is now with Jesus and free from her earthly body, but the church she attended in Kansas City was my second church home. Through all our moves Trinity was a constant. I could count on at least once a summer spending time in the church office as she substituted for the regular church secretary. I would run all over that building. I knew all the best hiding places; it had a great RC Cola soda machine that bottles of pop!
I was present for weddings where she and the other UMW ladies served punch and cake, and funeral dinners where they comforted mourners with food. My very first dream of a wedding came from a three-tiered wedding cake with stairs coming down from the layers and a fountain underneath. I spent time in Sunday school, youth lock-ins in the parlor and the choir loft while my aunt sung in the choir and both my grandmother and aunt played bells. The giant organ would echo through the church each Sunday. The light would stream through the stained-glass windows giving rainbow color to the sanctuary.
I associate that church building with so many memories of my grandmother and her friends. Women of the UMW who became second grandmothers to me, and youth group leaders who accepted me in for the summer season.
Seasons change outside and seasons change in our church. I know that the church is not a building, but its people. I’m so very grateful for the people of that congregation who looked fondly upon me and helped to teach me during the times they had with me.
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Prayer for Reflection
Heavenly Father, as seasons change and the old passes to the new, help us to never lose sight of you in the transition. Always help us to seek you in the troubled times and to thank you.
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