My Unofficial Board Report
All board and staff reports were turned on November 15th
and mine was what it needed to be—simple thank yous to volunteers and the major
events and activities of the year. But that’s not how I best operate. I live in narrative, understand in narrative,
rejoice in story—and that’s what I want to share with you here.
I tried to tell Tristan this morning that today was a school
day. “No! I want to go to church! I want to go to church and see kids and play
with BYRON!” He yells. I find it hard not to smile. I never anticipated a year ago that my son
would beg to go to church. Most Sunday
mornings are a little tricky—getting dressed, stop the brotherly arguments over
toys, and then getting around to get there on time. It’s often much easier if I just say to
Tristan, “We’re going to church today and you can go see
Kizzy/Byron/Craig/Ashton and Kobe.” Any
and all of the above names usually get him to the car quickly, sometimes before
we’re ready to go.
Yesterday was rather intense. We’re used to being rather low on numbers the
Sunday after Thanksgiving as many are still traveling back. Though Jeremy Murrish was out of town he had,
as is his usual and constant gift to KFW, prepared the powerpoint of songs and
service order earlier in the week and sent it to me. I’d forgotten my personal laptop (Mommy
brain!) and was downloading it onto the youth computer upstairs while Craig
Standley, who I could not do this job without, was playing with Tristan and helping
set up the projector. Once the order of service was there (and the misbehaving
laptop had finally stopped trying to do updates to the system), I moved it,
more devotions and advent calendars downstairs for the families who were
requesting more to share. We found the
backdrop I’d ordered for advent—a silhouetted manger scene—and went to hang it
on the bulletin board. Justin Smith
immediately jumped up and asked how he could help. Quickly, we had it pinned and he was asking
what else could be done.
It didn’t seem very long until it was time to start
service. Justin took the cross down to
the Sunday school rooms for processional, and Luke, Ashton and Tristan all
begged him to let them process the cross.
As Ashton and Tristan had helped process recently as I’d remembered, we
told Luke it was his turn. The kids
came, joyous (and a few running) as we sang.
Luke took his duty very seriously, walking at a reasonable pace and
placing the cross in the holder after circling the room once. Kizzy and Tristan arrived at the front and
immediately noticed the nativity. Kobe
and the Sides twins joined them, putting the angel on top, taking the cow and
sheep and camel in and out of the stalls, and talking about the baby
Jesus. “He’s so cute!” commented
Tristan, as is his norm these days when it comes to babies. “I love baby Jesus,” said Kizzy.
Focus was not our friend this week, as the
kids were excited after the holidays.
Byron immediately jumped in though.
“Can I lead? I really want to
lead,” he told me, as he put the “worship assistant” tag around his neck. He lead the covenant: “ I am here to show my
love for God with my hands and my feet and my voice!” All the kids were gesturing and joining in. Justin Smith asks to lead next. He leads the
call to worship: “In the name of God our creator, Jesus our Savior and the Holy
Spirit. Amen!” We practice Christmas songs for the program coming up on the 15th. Angels we have heard on high, Away in a
Manger—songs that most of the parents know really well. And then we get to “Jesus! Jesus!
What a wonderful child,” and I wondered how much they’d remember. Snapping and shakers moving, they remembered it
VERY well from last year. After several
times through, and they were singing with total confidence and enthusiasm.
Story time introduced them to the innkeeper and the
knowledge that “there was no room in the inn,” but before that they try to
guess who the story teller is. They all
shouted it out after 2 clues. They knew
Mary and Joseph and baby Jesus and the wise men when I point to them in the
little people nativity set and on the bulletin board. In spite of this familiarity, they were excited to hear the story and see the playset.
Following the story, we sang and then collected offering. Six different kids got up to collect the
offering from each table, and walked it forward (well, run in Tristan’s case) and
then joined in our song and dance of thanksgiving afterward.
We got ready to pray together. Hands grab other hands and pull into the
communal circle. Sentence prayers were
offered by many and we rejoice that Wyatt Hunter is back with us again. He’s
playing the tambourine on the floor and so many of the kids have made sure to
welcome him back. Madelyn prayed for
friends, Byron prayed for those in the Tsunami a few weeks ago, Ashton prayed for
his mom’s grandma and Sandra, others pray for pets and thank God for the
weather. After our sentence prayers, we
pray the Lord’s prayer. Pastor asks for
someone to lead and Kizzy volunteers. I
heard her dad whisper (you don’t know it.
We start “Our father”). She
started—and added words she already seemed to know, much to her dad’s surprise,
“Our father who art in Heaven.” She
struggled after this, but it didn't matter because every other voice had joined hers. She and Tristan both pray
along, saying the words they know louder and mumbling the rest. Justin and Byron both asked to lead the sending
before we could even ask for volunteers.
They lead together, “God sends us into the world to love everybody with
our hands and our feet and our voices.”
Afterward, the Sides twins, Kobe and others helped me put
drums away. They were excited for the
caroling coming next week, and other upcoming events.
In fact, Alanna messaged me on facebook the other day about YRU. “How many people can we bring?” She asked. I
ask why. “I want to invite my whole
school, if that’s okay.” I didn’t know
whether to be shocked (Lutherans speaking about faith and inviting others to
faith events?) or overjoyed.
There were many reasons this year to become discouraged—lost
friends, loss of family, loss of jobs and so many other points of grief. It would be enough to drive some away. Not our youth, and not our families—they have
instead chosen to step up, ask to lead MORE, do MORE, say MORE and have grown
closer. As I said earlier, I never
imagined my son would beg to go to church, but that’s what’s happening. Our volunteers are spectacular people—did you
know that for the week of “The Gospel according to the Jedi,” Jeremy Murrish
put together not only the story but also created a very special powerpoint with
Star Wars font for everything AND scrolling text? It was beyond anything I could have imagined
and it was such a neat celebration. Craig Standley also makes time in his
schedule to just come be at the office and bounce around ideas and event
planning with me. I never cease to be
amazed at “The Michelles” (Stevenson and Curry) and Nicole Lickleider who lead
our Sunday school classes each week and help the kids learn the bible stories, even
with the energy levels we see. Aimee
Sides commented this week that “most churches seem to not have many little boys
in Sunday School,” while we seem to have boys coming out our ears (I think we
have a handful of little girls, and at least twice as many boys on any given
Sunday).
Something is happening in our church—something vibrant. The families are passionate about our
community, are leaders, and loving and kind and eager to engage in acting out
the gospel. More than events or
activities or services—the mindset in the face of challenges speaks far more
about who we are and where we’re going than any list could tell you. This is why our narrative and the story of
our service this week is so important (and yet something that probably doesn’t
fit into a formal end of year report).