My husband and I tried a new church on Sunday. We had one we were going to (infrequently) before, but they weren't very friendly and we didn't like the preacher and it just didn't ... fit. Well, with baby on the way I have a new found drive to find a church, so last weekend I said we needed to sit down, find a place to visit, and make a new committment to getting a church home.
The new church is huge. Huge. There were probably 3,000 people there on Sunday. This is perhaps the only draw back to the new church. Large churches are intimidating. I am afraid we'd get lost in the shuffle.
Minus points for the new church.
So when we walked in, I'm studying the program looking for ministries and if they happen to have any young family meetings or Bible studies, and Lewis says, "look at the organ." What joy is mine! A bright shiny organ! And a full choir! One I would probably have to try out to be a part of, and would probably have to wait until someone stepped down before a chair was available, but still ... a choir and an organ, not a band. And hymnals! And songs sung from the hymnals!
Point for this church. Maybe even 5 points, on a sliding scale.
The sermon was good and came from Mark, which makes sense as we get ready to head into Lent (another reason a church is oh so important right now - Lent is my favorite of the Christian seasons - and probably the most important). And the preacher, who's name you would know if I told you, was really good and timely and his message made sense both in the context of the scripture and in today's world.
More points for this church.
But really ... they had me at the organ. My grandfather, the amazing man that he was, played the organ. And the violin, but I think because the organ is such an unfamiliar sound these days, that every time it's played it reminds me of him.
And really, anything that reminds me of him, that brings up a story that I can share with my children about how awesome an individual he really was, well that's all good stuff. Not everyone is as lucky as I am to have had such an amazing individual in my life. He owned his own business, sucessfully supported a family with it, raised three children, square danced, played the violin, the organ, was a master gardener and was a volunteer up until he was 89 years old. He survived the Great Depression, WWII, and all the other unsundry oddities that happened between 1913 and 2005. He led an amazing life. He wore a suit every Sunday to church. And he prayed the same prayer, before every meal.
And I feel him in organ music. I see him in beautiful gardens, in well tended plants, and in the lives of my family. We are all a testament to his choices. I hope that he would be proud of the family he left behind.
So does this mean that the new church is our new home? Maybe. Maybe not. But it means I will go back and give it another try. If only to hear the organ played ...
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