The love in this room

I have big news this week.

My boyfriend, Paul, and I adopted a dog on Monday. Sammie is a 6 month-old chocolate lab, and so far she is a very good girl. It only took us one trip to the Humane Society and one meet-and-greet with her to know that she was the one for us. She is definitely still settling into our house, but she is happy and seems to know how much we love her and loves us in return.

For many, the first day of church or your first day at a new church is a bit intimidating. I remember when I first came to Heart of the Rockies…

Yes, I spoke English and was familiar with the Disciples of Christ, but I didn’t know the people and traditions of Heart of the Rockies. It takes courage when you first walk in to a new place and meet a new group of people.

I can tell you that on my first day in this congregation, I knew the Holy Spirit was doing great things here. I could feel the love in this room. 

The Pentecost Offering received today goes towards helping develop new faith communities. These groups will be different from us, but you can bet that the Holy Spirit will be moving there as well.

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A very good girl.

Written by Kate Cooley for worship on Pentecost Sunday | June 9, 2019

The sermon I needed to hear

I have the best job in the world.

One of the greatest privileges of being a pastor is witnessing congregants living out their lives of faith in significant, concrete ways.

Last Sunday, I arrived at the church for worship in despair. It had been a devastating week in the world. I had prepared yet another sermon that felt risky yet inadequate. There was an overstuffed suitcase in the backseat of my car, signaling my imminent departure for a weeklong writing workshop that I was more than anxious about.

The moment I left the sanctuary of my office, I was bombarded with questions.

“Hey, can I talk to you after worship about this idea I have?” Donna asked me. (The name is not changed, and you’ll see why.)

For once, I actually said the first thing that came to mind – a rarity for introverts, you know.

“No.”

No, I don’t have time. I’m leaving right after worship to have coffee with some of our new folks and then I’m headed straight to the airport to fly to Ohio for a workshop.

Donna persisted.

She followed me into the main office as I was grabbing tape for someone else.

“I need to ask you this now,” she insisted.

Donna then proceeded to unravel this beautifully knit together plan that involved applying for a grant to work together with people of color in our community on a service project that would foster relationships and impact the lives of those who benefit from the work we did side-by-side.

Wow.

Thank God I showed up to worship that morning, because that was the sermon I needed to hear.