The Pastor’s Pen
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For the past two Sundays, church has looked a little different – no sanctuary lights warming up, no last minute changes, no familiar shuffling into pews. Snow and ice had other plans for us. Winter, it turns out, is not especially interested in our schedules.
And yet here we are, on the far side of it, able to say with some confidence: we will be together again this Sunday. There is something quietly holy about that sentence. After being apart, the simple act of showing up feels like a gift rather than an assumption.
Being kept from one another has a way of reminding us what we usually take for granted. Worship, after all, is not only words spoken and hymns sung; it is bodies gathered, breaths shared, glances exchanged. When we are absent, we notice how much our faith depends on the presence of others to make it real.
While many of us were rightly tucked inside, others were out doing the work that does not wait for better weather – clearing roads, restoring power, caring for the sick, responding to emergencies, keeping the world from grinding to a halt. Their labor often goes unnoticed, but it is nothing short of grace at work in boots and gloves and long, cold hours.
This Sunday will not mark the end of winter – there is no such luck – but it will mark a return. We will gather again, not because conditions are perfect, but because gathering is what we do. We come as we are, thankful, a little weather-worn, and glad to see one another’s faces again.
I look forward to being with you – finally, and gratefully – together again.
See you Sunday-
Blessings,
Pastor Greg
pastorgreg@lawrencevillepresbyterian.org
For the past two Sundays, church has looked a little different – no sanctuary lights warming up, no last minute changes, no familiar shuffling into pews. Snow and ice had other plans for us. Winter, it turns out, is not especially interested in our schedules.
And yet here we are, on the far side of it, able to say with some confidence: we will be together again this Sunday. There is something quietly holy about that sentence. After being apart, the simple act of showing up feels like a gift rather than an assumption.
Being kept from one another has a way of reminding us what we usually take for granted. Worship, after all, is not only words spoken and hymns sung; it is bodies gathered, breaths shared, glances exchanged. When we are absent, we notice how much our faith depends on the presence of others to make it real.
While many of us were rightly tucked inside, others were out doing the work that does not wait for better weather – clearing roads, restoring power, caring for the sick, responding to emergencies, keeping the world from grinding to a halt. Their labor often goes unnoticed, but it is nothing short of grace at work in boots and gloves and long, cold hours.
This Sunday will not mark the end of winter – there is no such luck – but it will mark a return. We will gather again, not because conditions are perfect, but because gathering is what we do. We come as we are, thankful, a little weather-worn, and glad to see one another’s faces again.
I look forward to being with you – finally, and gratefully – together again.
See you Sunday-
Blessings,
Pastor Greg
pastorgreg@lawrencevillepresbyterian.org
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