I'll try to sit in the pews this evening, and light candles that impossibly drip white wax onto everyone's. clothing. Last year, I was closed into the cry room with my newborn and 4-year-old, watching the light spread as my husband led pieces of liturgy on the church floor below. The year before, my 3-year-old hadn't been vaccinated yet, so we watched from the couch as my husband led most of the liturgy for the same service.
So, I'm prepared for tonight to be the final night of exclusionary worship. After trying to make it work at our local congregation, Beau is joining me in withdrawing membership. It's sad. We tried so hard to build community, but the pace of change was so slow. More congregants have died than joined during our tenure, and so many more have left.
We try to bring hope, show hope, and live hope in our daily interactions. This light-filled evening, I wonder: Where will hope lead us?
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