Sitting in the stiff wooden pew, I scanned the congregation to see if anyone else had a hat on. Sure enough …I spotted one other lady, about fifty years my senior, across the altar from my side of the church wearing a purple hat. Surely no one is going to mess with her about it, I conquered. And I left mine on, too.
Visiting the denomination I grew up in always causes a mix of reminiscent feelings. Part of me misses the old routine, and the other part of me wants to run when the old lady behind me nudges me to put my phone away as I’m checking in. I enjoy saying the old prayers and singing the old songs …until they change the wordage just enough so everyone can tell the last time I’ve been to mass.
Today’s verse reminds us to go into the world. When I sit in church on Sunday, hat on …with my coffee …checking into Facebook … I don’t have to scan around to see if the way I am is acceptable, or worry about being nudged.
We are to “announce the Message of God’s good news to one and all,” yet I felt I wasn’t to be included that day with my hat on and my phone out sitting in a stiff pew. At home, the words are up on the screen. It doesn’t matter that I’m divorced, have three tattoos, and wear a hat in church. I can put my hands in the air and feel included.
Church should feel like a representation of Jesus’ love for us ...where all are welcome …from every generation.
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