One Last Time…and Then – We’re Home!

Signing on with Michelle over at Graceful this morning for her “Hear it on Sunday, Use it on Monday” meme:

I have loved churches as long as I can remember.  The churches I have attended in my lifetime have all become second homes to me. I like exploring their every nook and cranny, learning the quickest way to get from point a to point b, and admiring the beautifully artful touches that help lead people into worship.  
Upcountry stone church, Maui
I also like visiting churches whenever we travel. The buildings themselves are iconic to me – and if they’ve got either stained glass or some sort of steeple, then I’m in church-heaven.
a small wood-frame church in Nipomo, CA
Congregational church in Hanalei, Kauai
Looking out from that same church.

But…there’s a limit to church-hopping/shopping. And mine has most definitely been reached. Four long months, we’ve been visiting churches other than our own. And yesterday was the last week of that particular experiment experience. We had originally planned to be back in our home congregation yesterday – but somehow we missed a very well-attended evangelical church that had been at the top of our list, so we added on one more week to pay them a visit.

And I’m both glad and sorry that we did. Glad because yesterday’s jaunt served to underscore for me – maybe more than anything else could have – how deeply we love our congregation and how grateful we are to belong to this part of the body. And sorry because we experienced a few things yesterday that I surely wish we had not, including a public chastisement of some wayward leaders and a communion service that did not feel at like a communion service – at least to us. Good music (though I’ll brag a little bit and say no where near as rich as what we enjoy each worshipful week at MCC) and a good Bible lesson. Not a sermon so much as a teaching, and a very well-done one, too. So the morning was mixed for us. Some mornings are like that, right?

We belong to a small denomination, but a growing one. The Evangelical Covenant church is a ‘newbie’ in historical time, formed in the 1880’s by Swedish immigrants and thoroughly north American in ethos and ecclesiology. We are congregational by polity, but we are connected by a wonderful web of mutual care and concern and a list of shared values that have become absolutely central to my own understanding of who I am as the daughter of the Most High God. 

It is in the midst of this part of Christ’s body that I have had my gifts affirmed. It is here that I have heard the call, first to seminary and then to pastoral ministry. It is here that I have watched God do a series of new things – reaching out intentionally to embrace women in ministry, multi-ethnic congregations and ministries, peace and justice ministries of all kinds.  

And all of it done with careful respect for the teachings of scripture and the work of the Holy Spirit in the church of every age. We value tradition and we value good change, we value liturgy and we value contemporary worship. We value the shared journey and we learn from one another. We’re not perfect, but by God’s grace, we are exceptionally open-hearted and open-handed. And we hold one another accountable, too. I miss that right now. I really, really do.  

So, I’m homesick. In a good way, I think. And I’m ready to be back home. And that’s a very good thing.

I won’t be returning to this particular role:

preaching my last sermon as associate pastor in December 2010
But I will be returning to worship in a space that looks a little bit like this:
the Holy Spirit window at the back of the chancel, framed by one of our locally wrought chandeliers
My husband and I are going to try really hard not to jump back into lots of responsibility, but rather ease back in – enjoying weekly worship, continuing to meet with our small group, prayerfully considering whatever options present themselves. But wow – will we be glad to sit in that sanctuary with those people again.  

It is true – we can worship our God anywhere and everywhere. And I have enjoyed having the experience of formally worshipping in a variety of spaces, with a variety of people. But ‘doing church’ is meant to be local, it is meant to be consistent. Done well, it is marked by commitment and mutual support, as together we offer God the ‘work of our hands.’ For that’s what worship truly is – all of who we are, all of what we do – offered to God as an act of love and thanksgiving. 

I look forward to sitting in a familiar pew next week. It will be so good to be home.

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  1. All of those churches were just lovely! I’ve longed for church home, too. Community is so important to God’s people. Enjoy next Sunday!

  2. I particularly like that stone church that is just sinking into the ground. At least that’s how it looks to me. It feels weighty, wondrous in its holding-on to earth even as it speaks of heaven…

  3. My favorite of your churches is that one in Hawaii — wow. I want to be there right now! That said, I totally get your point about missing your church home. When I first started to hear the phrase “church family” tossed about a few years ago, I had no idea what it meant. Now that I’ve found a church home and a church family, I know.

  4. Laura – thanks for stopping by. I’m going out to visit a few tonight and looking forward to that.

    L.L. – and you should see the inside of that stone church – it looks a little like the inside of a great old tall ship with wood beams and paneling. It’s about 120 years old and is undoubtedly sinking into the Hawaiian red dirt. Those stones are volcanic and locally quarried – the wood inside is Virginia oak. Interesting combo and lovely, lovely church.

    Michelle – there were 2 in Hawaii – but I’m guessing you meant the green wooden one on Kauai. It is one of my favorite sights/sites in all of Hawaii – the setting is breathtaking, on acres of rolling green grass with clumps of those lovely palms all around. And just down the road is the shimmering turquoise bay that the early missionaries sailed to near the north shore of that small island. The founders of this particular church did some really fine work – not all were as gracious in offering the gospel without ‘strings.’ You should definitely go there someday – worth the flight. Stop in CA for a few days first and it won’t be quite so long.

  5. Visiting other churches is always interesting but belonging is the best feeling – even when it is messy and draining – I guess that is why God used the picture of family for the church – sometimes messy, often wonderful.

  6. I lived in Ghana for 3.5 years and I had the opportunity to worship under palm trees.

    We can worship anywhere, but I personally think right now, the spirit would DEFINITELY move if I were at that church in Hawaii. *chuckles*

    Great post.

  7. Hi Diana, just stopping by to visit! So happy to hear your story–I love your vision and particular calling in the kingdom–empowering women and justice work speaks directly to me–and then you brought it central to loving God and being faithful to scripture. I wish you the best in this new chapter of your life! Keep writing! ~April

  8. We attend a contemporary church, and while I love it, I must say that sometimes I miss beautiful stained-glass windows and church steeples. Those churches in your pictures are lovely.

    Finding a new church is so hard. Matt and I have moved quite a few times, and I always approach visiting on those first few Sundays with apprehension. There’s nothing like belonging, knowing that I’ve found my home, and you’re right–church is meant to be more than just a Sunday place. It’s a place where we meet those with whom to do life. I’m glad you know for sure where you want to call home!

    Thank you for your sweet comment the other day! 🙂

  9. A lovely post to read as I am drifting off to bed. I too am on a journey for a church home ~ trying to find my Pasadena Covenant here in El Cajon knowing that it doesn’t’t exist and that God has something else in mind. He hasn’t revealed it too clearly as of yet and so… And so. Patience and waiting are not my strong points ~ guess you can see what He’s refining in me :). Much love Diana. welcome Home to your home in the body

  10. Thanks for the visits, friends, and the kind words.

    And yes, finding the right church for each person/family is sometimes really hard to do. But it’s worth the search – and I daresay, it even gives a shout-out to the experience of many different denominations/styles/experiences.

    Sally – there is a Covenant church in El Cajon that was at one time a really great place, but I think they’ve been through a rough patch, so don’t know what it’s like now. And patience is not my strong suit, either. In fact, I’m thinking about blogging on that whole idea sometime soon…