A few Saturdays ago, I was flagged down by some of the middle schoolers at Good Shepherd Episcopal across the street from the church. The eighth grade was having a car wash. They did a… well, they washed most of my car. I say this not as criticism—I survived my fair share of car washes in school with no quality control—but because I watch it rain right now as I sit in my office, and I ask myself, “So what did it do?”
A few Saturdays ago, the car wash was a fundraiser for something or other, I don’t know. There were three dozen kids working in community together, with specific tasks at hand—sign wavers, hose folks, spongers, towelers, lemonade sellers—working towards a common goal. Every person participated, no one was too cool nor too nerdy to wash cars. There was a common denominator of community and mission partnered with service and the giving of time, energy and resources. Their adults (handlers? Teachers?) oversaw and assisted, working side-by-side. So weirdly, I think that even though my car wasn’t washed (it’s like a towel—a towel can’t be a little dry, it’s either dry or not; cars are either washed or dirty. Forgive the dichotomy, I guess), the car wash happened. It’s weird; it was a car wash that perhaps wasn’t about washing cars, and I think I knew that pulling in.
I bring this up as the Vision Team continues its work, as the Tolerance Task Force takes the next steps, as we figure out what the mission, vision and values of MHCC are. I don’t think we’re called to be a church in the same way a lot of churches are. I don’t think we’re supposed to look like a Big Steeple Congregation, all polished and perfected. I think we’re allowed to make mistakes, and try new things, and test everything, as long as we’re commonly united in our community and mission partnered with service and the giving of time, energy and resources. I think that’s what we are called to, and you may too.
This Sunday, I’ll be preaching on the Ascension of Jesus Christ as written in Acts 1. I’ll also be speaking on my favorite disciple, Matthias, who may be my patron saint. It’ll be something, certainly! Until then, drive between the raindrops unless your car needs a rinse. I’ll see you Sunday.
P.S. – Friends, I thank you very much for your kind words about my Mother’s Day prayer. I adapted it from a litany that was being passed through clergy circles on Facebook. I do like to give credit where credit is due, and forgive me if it seems after the fact. Amy Young wrote this and it was shared on timewarpwife.com; if you’d like to read her full piece, please follow this link (links to: http://timewarpwife.com/open-letter-pastors-non-mom-speaks-mothers-day/).