Letter to the editor!



23 But the time is coming—indeed it’s here now—when true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and in truth. The Father is looking for those who will worship him that way. 24 For God is Spirit, so those who worship him must worship in spirit and in truth.”

John 4:23-24


Greetings my friends!


As our community of faith prepares to return to “in person, indoor worship” I desired to share with you a piece of fiction. I imagined myself to be a participant at this coming weekend’s worship celebration. I imagined how I might feel leaving that worship celebration, particularly if my dreams and expectations for the day were unfulfilled. I imagined a letter that I might write to the local newspaper sharing my thoughts and opinions. Please remember…. This is a work of fiction and the thoughts conveyed only belong to my imagination. Also, I would like to implore once again those with high risk factors associated with COVID 19 to please stay at home and not place yourself at risk by attending our indoor worship celebrations.


Dear editor


I never would have thought that I would write a letter to you sharing my experience at what should be a very simple and straight forward church worship! On Sunday I arrived at church, like I have every Sunday of my life, dressed and ready for worship. I pulled into the parking lot and immediately knew something was amiss because only two doors were open to the building.


When I finally found where I was supposed to enter church, a person met me at the door and told me I needed to wear a facemask! Me, imagine that! Who has the right to tell me to wear a facemask! I’m not sick! I’m not even all that worried about getting sick! The person at the door told me this was NON -NEGOTIABLE and so I begrudgingly complied.


As I walked though the door, nobody was there to hand me my bulletin and shake my hand! Instead on a table I saw worship bulletins, and a little glass of grape juice that was sealed. I was told to pick up those items before I headed to the sanctuary.

When I got to the narthex (space behind sanctuary) I saw three baskets, one for each congregation who has come together during this time of pandemic. I could not believe they wanted me to place my offerings in the baskets BEFORE worship even began! What if I did not like the pastor’s sermon? What if the hymns that we were going to sing did not meet my approval? And then… I still cannot get over this…. The person who met me as I was about to go into the sanctuary asked me my name and my phone number!


“You’ve GOT to be kidding!” I thought! “I’ve been coming to this church for