| This past Sunday, I attended worship with First United Presbyterian Church in Richmond, Virginia. The surrounding neighborhood features houses with trees everywhere, bigger and smaller homes together, and wonderful green spaces not far from the Richmond Speedway. The church sits on a corner lot with ample parking, green space, and a building with distinctive architecture (see photos). I arrived a little before 9:15 a.m. Once inside, to my right was the church office and sanctuary, with the fellowship hall and Sunday schools to my left. I ventured into the sanctuary first. Since it was early, the lights were off, but a second-story window provided enough light to illuminate the pulpit area. Not wanting to seem presumptuous, I did not turn on any lights, thinking I could take photos after worship. Now I wish I had taken one of the sunlit pulpit area as well. |
| Stepping out of the sanctuary, I heard voices and walked toward them. A class was in progress, and I was immediately greeted and invited to join, which I did. When my role as teaching elder became known, class attendees worried about what I might ask them Bible-wise, while I worried about what they might ask me Bible-wise! But I was in God’s house, so the Spirit calmed all our “fears,” and it was fun to be part of the class. They have some truly gifted theologians at First United. As class ended, we made our way to the sanctuary, and I met many other churchgoers. Two members have served on POJ committees whom I have worked with in that capacity. In addition to theologians, First United has gifted individuals willing to volunteer their time and talents. I have found moments in many worship services to connect with, and this Sunday was no exception. During the prayers of the people, the way it happened that day really moved me.Their preacher began by readying us for prayer, saying that often our concerns are tucked away in our hearts, and people could give voice to them during this time. He began to pray, and the pianist played a quiet melody. Then, in the time of silence, I began hearing whispers of names, quiet voices of joy and lament, of request, all being lifted up. Many hearts responded, and then our pastor closed this very present form of prayer. Many find silence in worship unfamiliar and perhaps odd, but I now understand the need for stillness and whispers in a deeper way while in the company of the faithful as we pray to our Lord. Should you be traveling along North Avenue in Richmond on a Sunday at 11:00 a.m., look for 3401 and stop there. Turn into the parking lot, enter the sanctuary, and know you are welcomed by the Spirit and the people. Until next time, |
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| Kerry |
