My family moved to a new town as I started 5th grade. Those first few weeks as our new class settled in, conversations were alight with the previous summer's activities. Baseball games won, swimming days shared, and sleepovers endured were frequent topics of conversation. But not for me, for I was new. I had yet to share in the lives of my peers and had nothing to recount.
While this sense of lonesome singularity may have been true for my youthful school self and is also true for many people as they navigate life, it is never the case for those who call the church their home.
Some of us may be able to recount many beautiful memories together of God's steadfast goodness throughout our shared lives. And some of us may be brand new to this particular family and have nothing to share, but regardless of if we have been here since the doors were framed or we came through those doors for the first time last month, we all share this in common: we come through those doors by the blood of Christ alone. Christ has made us whole - Christ has made us one. In this we all share.
So as we give thanks for these last 75 years, let us give thanks to God alone. Thank Him for His steadfast and wondrous grace to our church. It is He alone who raises the house, it is He alone who keeps it standing, and it is He alone who binds us together in such marvelous love. Thanks be to God!
