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Inviting me in
Who were these people, and why were they so genuinely
friendly and interested in me? I appreciated the
greeting, and it really made me feel at ease, but I
couldn’t figure out why they were paying all this
attention to me. I even called my mom to ask her what
she thought about it, and she said, “It sounds like
they're interested in who you are as a person and
they're inviting you to be a part of their community.”
An invitation
into a community . . . why was I so stunned? It never
seemed odd to me to get an E-vite along with dozens of
other people and pets I didn't even know on the guest
list, yet an invitation into community surprised me.
Behind the
banana bread was an invitation to live out who I am and
to explore my gifts. I was invited to participate in an
intergenerational church engaged in the community around
it. This was a place where I was not patronized or
celebrated just for being young—I was called to serve.
It was up to me to act on this invitation. To accept it.
Joining a church
can be hard, even harder than starting a new school, a
new job, or a new relationship. People can be anxious
about becoming part of a church. With real community
comes real responsibility: We hold each other
accountable, whether in service or in prayer.
When the people
at this church said, “this is a place for all people,” I
felt welcome and at home. I believed them, too, because
I saw them live out that assertion. The body of Christ
pulls us into relationship with each other. When we
reach out to one another, we reach out with the hands of
Jesus. And those hands that pull us together also send
us out into the world to invite those who are hungry and
thirsty and lonely and tired.
And those
hungry, thirsty, lonely, tired people may not be looking
for “church.” They're probably looking for community and
for God’s love and acceptance. God is at work in the
real stuff of our daily lives, in our relationships. God
is present in the bread and the wine and in the sanctity
of the waters of our baptism, yes, but God works in the
rest of the world, too. Through us.
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