Sunday, September 29, 2013

My dearest God,

Harold was still not strong enough to go to worship this morning so I ran off all the emails I received during and after his surgery.  When he got up, I gave him a big pile and said, "If you can't get to the community of faith, then they will come to you."  I handed him the pile.

There is something powerful, warm, and splendid when the community of faith gathers for worship. They can be strangers, family, or friends, but when a people gather to put their eyes on God, something happens.  For an hour they become more than who they are.  They become connected through worship, prayer, and fellowship.  You become visible in ways we cannot begin to fathom.  As our hearts and minds are stirred, you touch us, inspire us, and you give us opportunities to be transformed by faith.

As my recovering husband read the communiques, his eyes filled with tears because you were present in our home.  Your living presence lifted him filling him with your joy and peace.

You are God;
there is
none other.
You are
our hope,
our restorer,
our peacemaker,
and our friend.
Thank you,
Wondrous God,
for turning
a home
into the church.

Love, Andrea