My mom used to attend an inner city UCC church in DC when visiting my sister. “I think this is what Heaven looks like,” she would always tell us. “All the races, colors cultures and classes worshipping together.”
As usual, this morning I set out for church with my own set of concerns. Fair enough. But of course everyone came with theirs as well, and with their own prayer requests, some of which they offered up during Joys and Concerns. Today there was an abundance of sadnesses that we all took in and held for each other.
I love my church, but it’s not the only great one around. I know that many you could rave about yours, as well. If you don’t have a church, “shop around” as the expression goes. You’ll know when you find the right one for you.