Eighth Sunday after Pentecost
Week of: July 26, 2020
Scripture: Romans 8:12-25 *
We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labor pains until now; and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies. For in hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what is seen? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
(Romans 8:22-25, NRSV)
I first started to feel concerned about the COVID-19 pandemic in mid-February when it dominated the headlines. Then in March, when we shut down worship in the sanctuary, I began to worry about the future of our church. Can we survive a shut-down? When will we be able to worship together again? Will people come back? Initially, it was fear for the immediate future. Then the experts started explaining the potential elimination of choral music ... horrors! No choir! No congregational singing! How will the church survive?
Then I calmed down and started to look at ways to retain some of those musical "rituals" that have always been an integral part of worship in my church while accommodating all the changes that have to occur. It was then that I realized that this was similar to a pregnancy. At first, there is the initial fear of all the changes that are going to happen over which we basically have no control. Then came the creativity and desire to develop something new and exciting that would become our "new normal."
As the days passed, it was exhilarating to see the enthusiasm that our church staff has to bring this "new worship" to fruition! We started with podcasts, then Facebook streaming, to radio broadcasting, and finally to "drive-in" worship. It has been exciting to see staff members all find a creativity that they didn't realize that they had. I'll equate it to that nesting period that expectant moms go through. Now I realize even more the similarities to a pregnancy – first the fear and excitement, followed by labor pains requiring creativity and ingenuity, finally resulting in the birth of something more beautiful than we could have ever imagined.
Dear God, help us continue to prepare for our "new normal." Let us share in the joyfulness of our expectancy, and give us the strength to deal with its birthing pains. Finally, let us rejoice in its full deliverance. Amen.
Michigan Chapter President
Green Street United Methodist Church
* This scripture was the Epistle Reading for the Seventh Sunday after Pentecost (July 19, 2020).