I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
The elders of our congregation met last evening.
We were spread out, nine of us, throughout the sanctuary.
There was more than adequate social distancing.
But not so much distance that we couldn’t feel the concerns and hopes.
And especially no distance that overcame the Spirit that leads us.
New things are always a challenge.
They are also always a part of being Church.
We talked a lot about resuming what were once known as Sunday School Classes.
They won’t be called that anymore because we are going to meet on individually assigned days.
It seems like something we should have thought about long before a virus forced us to do so.
Should we call them “Sunday through Thursday School”?
Or maybe we should just call them what they are.
“Folks who love and learn and live.”
And get excited about the new things that God is doing and our chance, our once in a lifetime - maybe once in a millennia - chance to reinvent how to be a faithful Church.
There is a sentence in The Book that reads “forgetting what lies behind we press on to the goal of our high calling in Jesus Christ.”
As our Friend and I were walking and revisiting the meeting last night I felt a surge of something, maybe adrenaline, as we discussed what kicks off August 1. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“I’m a bit pumped too.”