Have I mentioned that I love my church? I do. I love my church. And not just because I am currently receiving meals at my door step two days a week. There are so many things I love about my church. One of those things was highlighted last night.
I was at a baby shower for one of the many pregnant/ post-partum women in my church (seriously, it is an epidemic….don’t drink the coffee). There are 6 of us either pregnant or mothering a baby under 1, take into account there are only about 15 married couples total (including those well past child bearing age) and only about 60 people on any given Sunday….the pregnancy percentage is high. We got to talking about how great it is to be a mom at 1027 church. Mostly because the “mommy wars” there is so much hub-bub about online….don’t exist there. The standard line seems to be “oh, you do it like that….cool.”
From ultrasounds (one family doesn’t get any, one family gets one every time they go to the office) to breastfeeding (exclusive, both, only formula) to working (stay at home, part time, full time) to anything else you can think of there is the full spectrum at our house of worship. And never do I hear a bad thing said about the way anyone else parents.We were sitting around discussing my cloth diapers, and how the parents to be were definitively not going to do cloth. And I get it, the thought grosses people out, plus disposables are easier. Cool. I am not going to bicker with you about what collects your kids poop. I just am not. And neither are they.
But we will love each others kids and support each other as parents. In fact, we will stand as a church and corporately promise to do just that. And we will mean it.If someone needs a sitter and you can possibly do it, even if that means you have to rearrange your schedule a little…..you do. If someone looks exhausted, like they just need a minute, you take their kid out of their arms and give them that minute. Or when a woman laments that her and her husband haven’t been on a date in 6 months about seven people DEMAND that they be called to babysit in the next few weeks.
My church rejoices in every milestone the peanut and the rooster (formerly known as spike) have. Delight in them right along with me. And I get to delight in their kids too! I don’t know of another baby who was more prayed for than my friend Callie’s little girl. And the rejoicing that happened, for the next two weeks every conversation that I had with a member of my church started with “Did you hear, the Riches got their daughter” or “Have you seen the pictures of Evangeline?” That baby came home to her parents, yes. But she also came home to her church.
Yesterday Christian and I went out to a party thrown by one of the other PhD students in his department. We left Juliet sleeping at home with Esther, an awesome woman of God. And when we came home she looked at us and said, “seriously any time” and meant it! I didn’t have to feel like I had burdened her. She loves the Peanut too.
You just move from awesome Church to Awesome Church to awesome Church. Isn't that normal for the Body.