Well,,,
It has been several years since I "blogged" (is that even a word?). This morning I had a few thoughts I was compelled to write down and then those thoughts evolved into this post.
I was mixing up some sour dough in the bowl of my 30+ year old KitchenAid mixer and I was reminded of where that mixer came from. By the way, I pretty much think about where it came from whenever I use it which is almost everyday.
I was a young mother of 4 working with my then husband at a small church in Washington state. A beautiful soul , named Sharon Rice, gave me and 2 other young mothers a white KitchenAid mixer. She was a good woman. She had taken us under her wing so to speak. Memories of her have always been so sweet for me.
A little background:
I grew up in "The Church". The Church of Christ was/is a non denominational church that was very conservative. Actually, it kind of depended on where you lived. My father was in the Air Force and we moved often. We always found "The Church" where ever we were stationed. In the South and even in the Southwest the churches were pretty conservative. No instrumental music, no dancing, no mixed bathing (that means swimming with the opposite sex). My parents were not as strict about those things which I think was good. We had lived in several different places and each congregation was unique. But to us the foundation was the same. We lived in Florida and we had a pool and had the youth group over. The kids in the youth group went to the beach together.
Over the years, after I married (to a person I met at a very, very conservative Christian College in Arkansas) we worked with a few different congregations. First in youth minister, then as the preacher. I was struck by how different the experiences were. In all the years of working in ministry, around 20 years, there is only one place that measures up to what "The Church' was meant to be. By the way, "The Church" really isn't the correct phrase to describe the congregation. Or maybe it is, the church actually means the people. The little group of people (the church) in Washington was the ONLY place I have ever felt the love that God intended. Big mega church in Texas was not interested in me, they swept things that were horrendous under the rug and silenced those that needed help or were hurt by what was going on. Little church in Arkansas was deep into the "conservatism". Conservatism is defined - commitment to traditional values and ideas with opposition to change or innovation. YEP
I know that this is a generalization and that there were people in those places that lived the life that God intended. I know some of them. But, those places, among others, didn't really demonstrate the body of Christ. Except. The little group of people in Washington. They covered me and my family with love and acceptance. And when things were falling apart held us up. Supported us, LOVED US.
I am no longer in any organized ministry, or going to the Church of Christ. And that is OK for me. I am not looking for any guidance or comments about my own soul, etc. I am fine. I am happy and loved and still feel God's presence in my life.
I am forever grateful for the little church in Washington that embodied the true meaning of the people of Christ.
Thank you Sharon (who has been gone from us for many years) for the mixer. It, and you made a difference in my life.
Whew. Quite the comeback to the blog post!
Peace and love
Cindy