Faith Community

On Sunday, I asked Mom for time off to go to a nearby Presbyterian church. I’m missing my church family back home, and I wanted to feel connected to people here who share my faith and who would know how to help if/when we need other community/spiritual resources. I found the people at this church welcoming, empathetic, and helpful. A woman about my age introduced herself before the worship service began, and, afterwards, she introduced me to several others including the pastor and a gentleman who lives in the same senior community where my parents live.

I went home and told Mom that she now has even more people praying for her. She’s very grateful, though she has no experience with Presbyterians (other than me) and said she had hoped I’d go to the Methodist church instead.

As I sat in church I reflected on the meaning of worship. In normal times, I consider it a time of praise and celebration. Though I do take my wants and needs to God in prayer, I think I usually do more thanking than asking. But on Sunday, I was in the asking mode…asking for more patience, more faith that all will go well with Mom’s surgery this week; asking for healing and courage for Mom, for understanding and comfort for Dad.

Sue