Well, if you are reading this, Doomsday has apparently been postponed!
Last Sunday evening I was in the seniors' community called Wilmot Creek to lead worship, which unfortunately meant I missed the youth service at St. Paul's led by our teens and the Loaves and Fishes praise team.
The Wilmot gang is always welcoming and more than a quarter of the sixty worshippers were from the St. Paul's congregation. Some of them had been at St. P's in the morning. The message was different, but talk about "gluttons for punishment."
One of our Creekers (or is that Creakers?) wasn't there for a good reason. He was at St. Paul's for the youth service. I had reminded people in the morning that it wasn't exclusive, so he decided to go with the the young'uns looking, I'm told, dapper in his blue blazer and tie. Wonderful. Seven, seventy seven -- who's counting?
I find St. Paul's members as supportive of children and youth as anywhere I have served. People genuinely delight in their involvement and respond to them both playfully and seriously, if you get what I mean. This spirit of acceptance and inclusion is not only vital, it is the gospel. And just because we have parts that creak, it doesn't mean that we lose our sense of joy.
Comments?
2 comments:
IT was a lovely service, and the youth covered the "creeker" with hearts of love. Lovely to see!
Thanks Nancy. It's good to know that Les was made to feel welcome.
Post a Comment