September 2011
4 posts
Methodist
i have been recently really connecting with my roots in methodism. my family came to know Jesus when my grandmother on my mom’s side died of colon cancer when i was 2. my mom had spent some of her youth at a baptist church in akron but none of it really attached itself to her in any tanigble way, but she was stirred to return to a place of worship in the shadow of her mother’s painful end from cancer. one morning she woke up and went down to the closest church to our neighborhood, knocked on the door that she assumed (rightly) was the pastor’s residence and asked when they had services. my family began attending this church and within a small amount of time began to really dive into the faith…
Being raised in a methodist church has really shaped a lot of my faith. I realize when speaking with other “raised in the church” friends of mine that their experiences were much different than mine having mostly been a part of a non denominational community. I know many of the creeds and prayers and hymns that have become all but extinct. When feeling out my own faith as a teenager I bucked many of these spiritual acts seeing them as empty and devoid of meaning but i have come to really appreciate the liturgy that is such a part of me… I find myself without words often and have found the words written and repeated for hundreds a of years a kindred comfort… this is one of them-
May the peace of the Lord Christ go with you : wherever he may send you;
may he guide you through the wilderness : protect you through the storm;
may he bring you home rejoicing : at the wonders he has shown you;
may he bring you home rejoicing : once again into our doors.
september in all her glory
moved into the new place earlier this month…i will post pictures soon. i have this rainy thursday off and can’t think of a better soundtrack to the morning…
