…To the Worthington SDA Church today… (When finished with this story, click "Worthington SDA church" on the upper left side.)
I arrived earlier than last time and got there between services. Guess what they were doing when I walked through the door?
Serving cake. Yep, chocolate cake with loads of fluffy white frosting. The kids were getting it all over their clothes and the women were ruining their lipstick.
“January birthday’s”, I was informed when I asked a young man leaning on a white pillar in the foyer eating huge bites of cake as only young men can do.
So I ruined my lipstick too.
“Eating between meals!” Grandma Mascunana would have admonished – and 50 years later her words still echo in my ears when I ‘eat between meals’.
But that was when I raided the musty mold-covered veggies left over from the stew she cooked 3 weeks ago.
This was CHURCH. (Not even potluck after church.) She would turn over in her grave.
Then, I stood to one side of the different groups of people actually listening ‘eavesdropping' to ‘Sabbath’ conversations since the room/foyer seemed to buzz with animated conversation and much of it did not really sound ‘Sabbathy’. (We used to be very careful about what subjects we discussed from Friday night sundown to 30 seconds after sundown on Saturday night – just to be sure we didn’t ‘step on the edges’.)
Of course, I’m in Columbus, Ohio and the men just had to get in a word or two about those Buckeyes and the 4th quarter. Actually, I don’t know any comments worth saying at all after the first run of the 1st quarter – but the subject was being thrown around between bites of cake and the opening hymn in the sanctuary.
Today there were lots of kids running around and I was interested not only in their seemingly delight at the service, but the clothing that looked like they were fresh from the dirty clothes hamper. No kidding. Wrinkled. Torn. Baggy. Jeans. Un-tucked. I didn’t get close enough to sniff…But, for the most part, the KIDS SEEMED HAPPY! Hugging adults, Greeting their friends. One small boy even did handstands for us. I think it was more than the cake being served.
Maybe the “New Rules” have accomplished a purpose? Get the kids to church? But why? What are we really promoting these days? Surely not the fast approaching Second Coming when everyone will be judged on Judgment Day and only 144,000 will be alive to be caught up in the clouds. (Well, that’s how I was raised to believe when that age.)
Admittedly, I didn’t immediately sign the guest book today. Mary, my sweet greeter from last visit, was going into the Ladies Room when I entered and she looked at me as if she thought she should know me, but moved on through the door and I didn’t see her again.
Another woman wearing a greeter name tag shook my hand and looked at me like she wondered if she was suppose to greet me or welcome me. An old man walked by and held out his hand and I gave him mine but he passed on by.
I confused them because I didn’t sign the guest book, I guess. But, I was eating cake so I must be a member?
Suddenly across the room I saw someone I knew. Who was that white-haired but simply lovely-looking well-dressed woman?
Why it was Lacy’s master. (Lacy, the poodle pictured earlier.)
She introduced me to her husband as, "The woman who took Lacy’s pictures”.
She asked where my husband was and my response slightly shocked her.
“He’s not an Adventist, I said.”
Jim disagrees with that comment, but I told him he has to believe in Ellen G. White if he wants to be a Seventh-day Adventist. Speaking of which, I honestly don’t think the SDA Church upholds many of her teachings anymore. I was raised memorizing the most important passages from many of her books and can quote them even today. Meaningless words as they are applied now. Maybe that’s why I’m so confused.
In the sanctuary, I sat very near the back this time. I really didn’t care if the pastor recognized me or not. I sang the songs I knew loudly and with a SMILE. Who cares? It makes me feel good inside to smile when I sing. (And, I don’t think the man sitting behind me could speak English anyway.)
Then, I left.
Nope, didn’t stay for the sermon or wait to be greeted afterwards.
As Jim commented as I kissed good-by when leaving for church, “You could preach the sermon."
I did stop by the guest book as I left, though. The foyer now empty and quiet. No one to watch me or ask who I was.
I signed simply, “Linda Meikle – Take Care on the Journey”
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