This one is so short and ends a bit abruptly, so I’m not sure if it’s complete. But it seems close.
Last week we had our church involvement fair. If you weren’t able to attend, let Hannah know how you’d like to help and we’ll get you connected. It’s important that you contribute, that you take part, that you touch some lives. That’s what I’m going to talk about today.
I’ve been going through old files from 17 years of teaching at Adrian. I have a few years left, god willing, but I’m needing to make some space. I found a file folder full of art and mementos of the last 17 years. I’ve been blessed folks. And some of you have been involved in that. Here’s some of what I found.
What this collection doesn’t include is all the notes that would have read, you didn’t listen to me when I needed you to, you made a joke when I was trying to be serious, you tended to yourself instead of me. People don’t make coloring pages for those thing. But they do remember them.
I’m fortunate. My job involves living for others. When I do it right that’s what happens. But it’s really a what were all supposed to do.
I’ve probably told the story about the woman that spoke to me at the grocery store checkout one day. I didn’t recognize her. She asked me if I’d been there before. I said yes. She said she thought so, and that I had said “hi” to her once when she was having a bad day, and that it had really helped her. So much so that she remembered it enough to tell me thanks weeks later.
Every Sunday is really a celebration of resurrection Sunday. But our weekly communion also reminds us of what came before the resurrection. Christ died. Christ died as he lived, doing for other people. Paul wrote that if we want to really live, we need to die to ourselves, and we need to live for others.