Saturday, November 8, 2014
Pat, who I blogged about yesterday, reminds me of something quite wonderful about our church. She and I differed on our opinions, prayer style, and pieties. But we could love one another. Our church can have all types but we can accept and pray for, believe in and hope for one another. There was another priest on the staff who Pat thought far more perfect than I. He walked on water. But Pat had hopes for my redemption. My church is full of hopeful people. Pat prayed for me. She had preferences about my conversion to the light, but they were only preferences. She had no demands or condemnations. Pat reminds me of what the best of community is all about. I would not want a church with only people like me. Would you?