Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
I have had my church membership here for 44 years. Ron decided to bring his membership here with me in 2006. This is the church where I raised my children. My brother was an associate pastor here and my parent's attended this church in their retirement years. It shocks me sometimes to look at the beautiful pictures of the building because to me this church is the people and not the steeple.
Arriving on Sunday or any day, I think of the parking lot, the side door, the fellowship hall and parlor, the regular seats our family has occupied for 44 years, (if we got there in time because we never saved seats) and the familiar faces awaiting me inside. There are 8,000 members of this church but I see more people that I know and love here on Sunday morning than I have in the small churches we have attended.
My son has raised his three children in this church and it is a thrill to receive the church paper and see one or two of my grandchildren peering back at me involved in some activity.
The children and I would play a game every Sunday morning, Who Can See The Church. We would peer through the thick trees blocking the view on the way downtown and sometime, after turning onto 18th street, someone would spot the tower (or say they did) and begin the cry, "I see the church! I see the church!"
As a child I attended a multitude of Methodist churches all over Oklahoma because my father was a minister. These were small churches. Ron and I attended a small church in Kansas and we attended a local church here a few times. It is odd how these small churches never made us feel at home, but our Tulsa church embraces us and gives us that warm feeling.
Anytime I run into someone from our church home I want to shout, "I see the church!"