Vintage Fellowship

Yesterday was something...




We found ourselves pretty nervous before church, wondering how the past week of publicity would affect things. And it had been an intense week all around for everyone...from our worship leader Kevin, (who is co-ordinating the massive effort to take a detailed census of the homeless in the area), to everyone in the worship band...Daisy was taking over in childcare, and I was on week three or four? of being in the nursery. Robb and I just lay in bed on Sunday morning before it all started, asking God to help us and deliver us from the sense of suffocating anxiety.




Daisy did a phenominal job, despite the service going long. I had a new girl helping in the nursery, and she was GREAT. I was too flustered and busy to give her much direction, but she just did exactly what needed to be done. We had 12 first-time visitors in the service.




Later in the afternoon, we had a membership meeting. I was so focussed on having our babysitter set up with enough snacks for our kids and some of their friends, and getting out the door, I hadn't really stopped to consider who would be at the meeting. I guess I pictured maybe 10 or so people, counting us. We got there about five minutes late, much to Hubby's chagrin, and and had a little trouble finding a parking spot. An hour or so, and many laughs later, 30 people had signed up to be the official members of Vintage Fellowship.

After the meeting, I was talking with a new friend, trying to express how intense the week had been....how very vulnerable I had felt, opening ourselves to so much criticism from the general public. She laughed a little and said, "But it isn't just you, now, is it? You aren't alone. It's all of us...." she said, gesturing to the large group of people still standing around talking and laughing.

Yes, we aren't alone now. We're in this thing together.