Last Sunday, I attended the closing service at a beautiful
old church, founded before the turn of the 20th century. Their
numbers had dwindled to the point that they could no longer maintain their ministry
and their beautiful old building. The final service was a celebration, but also
a time of grief for all who were there, especially current members, but also those
who had returned to the church of their youth for this final service. A shiver
went down my spine at the reading of the words of dissolution: “This building
is vacated by the congregation, and the congregation is dissolved.” So final.
Since then, I’ve been thinking about the death of a family,
a church family, and how hard that is for its members. My church family is my extended family. My older
relatives are all gone now, so I am especially grateful for the aunts and
uncles, cousins and brothers and sisters I have found in my church. They know
me and care about me. When I have been in need in the past, they have been
there, and they will be there again in the future when life knocks me flat, as
it does to all of us at times.
I’ve also been thinking about the words I spoke to the
members of my own church family on Ash Wednesday, at the beginning of Lent just
weeks ago: “You are dust and to dust you shall return.” A gritty reminder in
our death-denying culture that death is a part of our reality. It is a part of
life. Fortunately in the midst of this season of Easter, it is easier for me to
remember that death does not have the last word. God does.
Somewhere in the midst of the pain of the death of this
church, God is still working. Like a seedpod that has been opened and its
contents scattered, the remaining members of the congregation will spread out to
other churches and places where they will take root and continue to serve God. New
life in new places will come from their efforts. Absent this death, that new
life would not happen. That knowledge gives me hope, even if it does not take
away the sadness.
Grace and Peace,
Donna
3 comments:
What a wonderful gentle commentary that church families, like all families, are being born, growing, changing and dying. We need to know that. You are such a blessing!
Thank you Anne!
Thank you Anne!
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