Family. A group of people tied by blood or friendship in un-explainable ways. A group of people committed to loving each other, supporting each other, helping each other, and serving each other. Most of the time somewhat dysfunctional and yet an entity we all treasure. This time of year we end up thinking a lot about our families as the holidays approach and the leaves turn. I think that is part of what makes the season so special.
But blood is not the only thing that makes a family. A family is so much more than that. Anyone who belongs to a church with a tight knit community knows precisely what I am talking about. A church is family for your soul. Today I wanted to share an experience with church family as I watched them surround a member in need with arms of love and compassion. It was absolutely beautiful. I have omitted names out of respect for the family but have shown pictures from around their beautiful home. And yes, the toad is adorable.
This past summer was when the news came. His cancer had come back. Melanoma, his dark nemesis was there again and this time for his life. It affected everyone in our small congregation deeply. He wasn’t very old but had rich legacy of a loving wife of over 40 years and a large family filled with kids and grand-kids.
Shortly before he passed he wanted to make sure his wife was well cared for, and they decided to move closer to town. The church family immediately responded with overwhelming support to help the move. There were donuts, laughs, hugs, and lots of packing tape rolls involved. Consensus said the chocolate glazed donuts were the best that day. It was some of the deepest fellowship the church had experienced. There just aren’t words for some things.
After his passing, there arose a need to finish cleaning up their yard before preparing the house to sell. Again the church rallied around the family and brought an arsenal of weed eaters, mowers, and willing hands. The pastor was out there (he is in his 70s) the youth were out there, and church members of all ages in between were there. There for her, there for the family, there to be family. It was awesome! And inspiring! So much joy everywhere and willingness to work.
There may or may not have been pizza and hay bale rolling afterwards…
So often in today’s busy world we miss out on the incredible experiences of being the hands and feet of the body of Christ that serves one another. So often we forget to take care of the widows in our churches. But every so often, grace abounds and we get a few things right and function as the family God intended for believers. Those moments are priceless, and it was a tremendous honor and privilege to be a part of this family’s story as it unfolded. His wife and immediate family have a hard road ahead filled with grief and a sense of loss, yet they can also celebrate with their church family surrounding them that he graduated from the pain and suffering he had here to a perfect existence in the presence of God.
How do you experience family and participate in being family in your church or community?