I was a tither before I was a church member. My mother taught me from age 6 or 7 to put 10% of whatever money I received into the little white offering envelope in Sunday School. Now … the church didn’t get rich off me in those early elementary years because I received no allowance or rarely any other funds from my parents – only a little pocket change every now and then from a bachelor uncle or a few dollars made from grass-cutting jobs for my neighbors.
When we were first married, Michael and I had a hard time finding a church. Between worship services that felt off for us, Sunday school divisions that lumped us with college students, and theology that missed the mark, no place we visited seemed to fit. In the end, we became regular visitors at a church that almost worked, but we felt disconnected and longed for the same kind of community we had experienced growing up.
One of the biggest reasons we were excited about moving back to Macon was that we would finally get the chance to become fully invested in this church, the church where we worshipped as college students. From the moment the hour chimed on our first Sunday back, we knew we were home.
On Saturday, October 6, before my beloved UGA Bulldogs got a very inhospitable welcome to Columbia, SC by the USC Gamecocks, there was a wonderful welcome home. Sgt. 1st Class Scott Faile, through some elaborate emailing and planning, had his family named “Military Family of the Game” and made a video showed to the entire stadium. He talked of his desire to be there with them at the game and how he would be returning to them very soon. Well, you know what happened next. Sgt. Faile strolled out of the corner of the end zone and his family (along with the rest of the stadium, despite their team allegiance) went crazy! His wife and children ran to meet him as fast as their feet would go and hugged, kissed and embraced him. They knew how to welcome someone.
Since the beginning of September, you’ve seen a new face helping to lead worship and serve as our Youth Ministry Associate for this year, Zachry “Zak” Lauersdorf. Here is a brief bio from Zak:
I grew up on Saint Simons Island, Georgia with my amazing parents Dale and Amy, my little sister Romy, my grandmother Sharon, and my aunt Rani. Growing up, I was heavily involved in my home church, First Baptist St. Simons. I participated in the youth group, the handbell choir, and ran the soundboard on occasion.
If you have never found yourself in the narthex just before the worship service begins, you may not know one of the great secrets of our church life. If you do not serve as an usher or have not lined up in the processional as a choir member or Deacon of the Week, if you have never been running late to church and entered through the front doors to the sanctuary somewhere around 10:58, you may have missed it. Here’s the secret: the final minutes before the worship service can be some of the chaotic moments of the week at our church.