So, it’s almost Christmas now. I’m done shopping and wrapping and done with most of the baking. And I’m thinking I’d like to go to church.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I go to church every Sunday. And I go to church every Wednesday. I even go to church every Friday, but I don’t really go to church. I work for a church. My kids hate it, but every week I tell the congregation that it’s an honor to serve them. Guess my kids just really want me to serve them! But I get to serve a whole congregation of kids and families as their Director of Religious Education.
So, I’m the one ironing the angel costumes and printing a zillion copies of the script for the holiday pageant, because they always get lost in kids’ rooms. I’m the one recruiting people to staff the nursery, and bring in birthday cakes for the un-birthday party. I’m the one who sits down and has a lap full of three and four-year-olds. I love my job.
But, I don’t really get to GO to church. Sometimes I sneak in on a Sunday and catch some of the sermon. Sometimes the music director asks me to be in the guitar band and I stay for some of the service, but usually I’m covering a busy Sunday School class here, or playing the tough guy there or chatting with a reluctant 6-year-old over some hot chocolate.
This Christmas season I decided I want to go to church and just sit down, not get there early or stay late, and I certainly don’t want to be the one vacuuming up the fake snow. So I went looking in my community, near Benson Hill for a church that’s at least kind of a match to my personal theology.
The first thing I did was to google Renton churches. I can’t believe how many churches there are in Renton! A quick count brought me to about ninety. Ninety! Well, now I’m beyond thinking about sitting and singing hymns and hearing a great message of hope and renewal. Now I’m on to thinking “ninety churches”! How many people does that represent? I know it’s a huge number of people who probably attend church on a somewhat regular basis.
And that doesn’t even count the people who attend another house of worship; folks who are Muslim, or Buddhist, or Jewish, or Sikh or who follow the Baha’i faith, or any of the other people who follow their own brand of living a good life.
It makes me think what if we all, all of us from all of those churches and all of those houses of worship and all of us who don’t get to GO to church but live lives committed to love and compassion, if all of us took the spirit of Christmas to heart. We could change our city, and our whole world to be a place of care, and compassion where no one ever went hungry and no one was ever old and alone.
I suppose it’s that gingerbread rush; that feeling of hope and joy and peace and potential. It’s OK, you know. I’m not complaining. I like a little gingerbread high.
I did find a service to go to—not easy when I work the regular Sunday morning and Christmas Eve at my home church. It’s a family service with kids and music and a pageant. Guess I just can’t get away from that! It’s OK. Really, It’ll help me hang on to the hope and love and the dream of neighbors caring for neighbors at least until New Year’s Eve.
Kari Kopnick
Recent Comments