by SarahAlice Zimmerly, Homestead Mennonite
When we went to church on May 19, we didn’t know exactly what we’d find. We expected the announced potluck meal with some folks we didn’t know who would speak languages we couldn’t decipher. There would be more of “them” than “us”. What could we do to make them feel welcome? How could we know if they needed something? How do we relate?
We reminded ourselves that this will be church, the people together to praise God. There are things of faith that we all understand and accept. We sat at tables mixed with people we didn’t know. At my table there were people from Cuba, Guatemala, Brazil, and the USA who were retired teachers, a roofer, a guidance counselor, housekeepers, and a student. Now, I can talk with people like that. The roofer looked surprised when I told him I admired his work because roofing is physically hard, hot, and skilled work. I asked God to give him strength and protection.
The meeting opened with a warm welcome from our interim pastor, who is Russian. He introduced his family, his Russian friends and those from the Ukraine and Thailand. He introduced a Mennonite Spanish congregation from Miami and their pastor greeted us and prayed for us in Spanish. A man from their group enthusiastically sang a solo. A Spanish-speaking group who uses our building was also there and it was nice to see familiar faces. The people heard how God gave them gifts of witnessing, teaching, sewing prayer reminders, and phone outreach. God is at work among us.
Four women from Thailand sang a song, accompanied by our pastor and his guitar. The tune was familiar, and we then sang their song with them in whatever language we chose. The rhythm and tune were led by the Spirit. It was beautiful.
We learned that as we prayed together, ate together, shared experiences and concerns together, the differences in language and customs, the apprehensions, and self-consciousness didn’t matter. We had all we needed. The blessing of God’s Spirit rested in our hearts. We will do this again.