Outside and inside the church. the peace pole with balloons; a few banners. |
I haven’t been
to church in a long time, I mean a church service, so I decided to try the nearby Sylvania United Church of Christ. I pass
it all the time, thinking to myself that I should try it. It's where I vote. The church itself is a newer building, bricks and mortar, stark and simple, far from the ornate cathedrals of American
cities, or Ukraine or Europe
or Mexico . The decorations are simple, a front alter
with a plain wooden cross, the organ, and a few banners here and there. The
service was simple too; this Sunday the focus was on peace on earth, which I found fortuitous. The pastors were very good and the people were
friendly. I was told by an enthusiastic
greeter that this is a transition period for the church, whose long-time
popular pastor died a year ago. A new
pastor has been selected and will begin in January. “We’re run from the bottom up,” he said,
“from the congregation up, that is.”
Choosing a pastor is the congregation’s most important task.
I understood,
just like choosing a leader in a democracy. And thinking of elections, in particular the
recent one, my mind turned to the nature of the congregation. As I found a seat and looked around I thought
to myself: I don’t think I would diversify the
demographics much, lots of white folks and old-timers, who have been going for years I was told, but
there seemed to be a good number of families with kids as well, and the regular
church service included a special program just for kids. One enthusiastic pre-schooler shouted a loud
“AMEN” after a prayer, and delighted the entire congregation.
I liked the
focus on peace in the world—through the music, scripture readings, talks, and the
“Litany for Peace” we all read together. “Lord, make me an instrument of your peace...grant
us compassion...help us address the inequality that breeds poverty....grant us
voices to speak for the voiceless, to speak up for justice...teach us to listen and understand...help us fulfill your vision of a peaceable kingdom on
earth...”
The message was
strong and heartfelt. Universal. The congregation
seemed committed to it, moved by it. So
was I. There was a sense as well of an openness
to and tolerance of different religions and perspectives, important to me. The younger pastor made a point to talk about
compassion and acceptance of all people, no matter where they live or how they
believe.
I’m kind of lazy
on Sunday mornings, with my own Sabbath rituals going way back to my working days. A day of rest! I seldom went to church in Ukraine either, mostly Russian Orthodox, mostly beautiful works of art and architecture, like a venerable museum. But going to this simple church on a cool, sunny morning felt okay; it was a good way to begin the day. I’ll have to do it again. AMEN!
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