Due to unforeseen circumstances, I was at home on Labor Day weekend. So on Saturday, I decided to attend a church that I had heard a lot about during my time in Great Bend.
As I arrived at the door, the greeter was familiar. It was a man that I had met through the local funeral home. He had also attended my Ash Wednesday and Christmas Eve services. For some reason, I thought he had attended church in town. I was mistaken.
I entered the church and realized I had forgotten that one of the ladies I frequently talked to at DD played the piano here. We exchanged pleasantries and I chose a seat. Soon after, the pastor's wife introduced herself and offered to sit with me. I said okay. Then the wife of the greeter came over to say hi. As I settled in my seat, I realized I knew another parishioner peripherally through the food bank.
There were many players in the worship service. The pastor's wife did the children's time and the congregational prayer. There was a lector and communion helpers and ushers. All in all there were about ten people involved in the service not including the greeters and the pianist.
The pastor gave a sermon based on Hebrews. It feels like I'm getting a lot of Paul so far on this journey. The sermon involved a lot of personal stories including one involving his dad and a bum invited home for Easter. Hospitality was emphasized.
The hospitality overflowed into the social hour. We moved next door to the social hall where people fixed plates, yes plates, of cookies and coffee cake and jello and fruit and vegetable and some sort of rolled tortilla sandwich. I settled for a donut. There was coffee and water and juice, but no tea that I could determine. I ended up having a pleasant conversation with a woman who I met at the food table.
All in all, it was a nice worship experience.
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