There is a little white church in front of the house where my friend Debbie lives. It's located in a remote area of Kansas off a dirt road with a cemetery in the back. Some of the graves are as old as the hundred year old church that's been newly painted. It took Debbie a year or so to cave and attend the church and I tease that it's a five minute walk. Sometimes there are only a handful of people and other Sundays as many as twenty five attend. Last Sunday, the minister asked what the people were thankful for and a small boy answered, "we have a two row Sunday!" So simple were his words, packed with hope and gratitude.
Everywhere you look, you will find "two row Sunday's". Last night it was in Aaron's apartment. He had made his famous jambalaya stew, invited his siblings and cleaned up the place. There were chocolate bars for desert and cartoons on the big screen television for the younger crowd. I saw it today on the snowy hill. Two fellas padded up to their necks in layers of warm clothes, throwing snowballs at each other and belly laughing like a great father and son team. The article in today's paper talked about Terry Durham, an eleven year old ordained minister who preaches at True Gospel Deliverance Ministry for a 20 seat nondenominational storefront church that was founded by his grandmother.
"God put his spirit upon me," says Terry, "but he didn't say how old you had to be or anything like that."
We have so many talents and so many different ways to share love to others. The wave of change is here. We are the podcasters, photographers and bloggers, the hostesses to many and the hostesses to few. We answer phone calls and minister by our simple presence, we are the caregivers and the comedians. Soon it'll be a "million row Sunday"!
"..lead a life worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, making every effort to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace" (Eph.4:1-3)