A Road Less Travelled

I’m told turnabout is fairplay. To that I say whatever, but I ran across this post Raquel had written and decided it should really be posted. When I asked her about she said she thought it needed a complete rewrite. I talked her down off of that ledge mostly by being loud (over IM no less) and she said I could post it. Enjoy!

I’m halfway convinced that somewhere in Heaven is a little room lined with filing cabinets with a pool table up front, draped with a tablecloth.

Our congregation is getting too big for the room we meet in. I suppose it’s not really ideal anyway, and at first I assumed that I was looking past all the little inconveniences of this particular meeting place. But now we’re reaching the point where we need to move soon and I realize that I’m going to miss this little room. I’m not really sure what it is about the room, except the idea that memories are connected to places, and we’re going to leave behind some memories in these walls.

It was a good place. It was mostly a good place because of the people, and they’ll be at the new building, but this is also a sign of changes that I know will come in the future. I suspect that our church will plant daughter churches at some point which will split up our congregation geographically. I’m also trying to resign myself to the fact that certain people will probably be moving away in the next few years. Children will grow up, and people will die, and nothing will be quite the same.

So I remind myself that all good things are just shadows of Heaven. And maybe there aren’t really filing cabinets nor a pool table, but all the good things about that room will be there. No one will ever move away and there will always be time to say hello to those people I usually forgot to greet. I’ll never have to agonize over saying good morning to people or wonder if they want to talk to me.