As has recently been stated in worship at St. Luke’s, the personal stories shared by our congregants during their testimonies in worship have become a cherished part of our Sunday routine. Testimonies have been a part of our worship in past years, but most recently, we’ve enjoyed hearing stories from people within the themes of
On June 27, 2013, after driving 12 hours from the Poconos to Chicago, I became an immigrant.
So often the presence of Christ in our lives is revealed to us only in hindsight, when we have the opportunity to look back and reflect.
It is easy to create borders and bubbles. Sometime the suburbs can feel like another country and US soldiers might feel like foreigners to many of us. But suburbians, and Afghan women, and American soldiers are really all part of the same human nation. And when we treat each other with compassion without creating borders or boundaries, we are sharing the light to the nations.
For a period of time, my anxiety got the best of me, and I honestly wondered if God had abandoned me in South Africa; that maybe I had fabricated this call to come across the world….
I am here today, declaring my membership among you, as someone who is excited for future possibilities; as someone who is grieving and heartbroken; as someone who is still deeply uncomfortable with my Christian-identity and as someone with a thirst for justice and radical change in our community and the world.
Up to then I had gone through the motions of going to church to please my mother. But after going through all that, my faith really became substantial to me. The last time I was in the hospital I found this little prayer that fit me to a “T”….
It was an adventure that was mostly exciting and sometimes terrifying, but here we are now.