When I was growing up, Mormon churches had their own janitors. Now members volunteer to clean on Saturday mornings. I'm positive this was a cost-cutting move--and I feel for those individuals who were gradually eased out of employment. Truly. At the same time I think people feel more ownership when they have a little skin in the game. It doesn't hurt a congregation to pick up after itself.
Anyway.
While I was up at our church house this morning, being all industrious with fellow industrious ward members--cleaning! vacuuming! dusting! sweeping!--I caught a glimpse of a picture of Jesus. And it struck me that he was the still center in the middle of all this frenetic, swirling activity.
It surprises me sometimes that I still believe. It always feels like there's ample opportunity not to believe, ample evidence that actively encourages disbelief.
But somehow I always come back to his image at the center of my own swirling.
Still still.
Still and always.
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My family in Bangkok says that over there, the members who are on church welfare clean the church. Good in theory, maybe, but it seems a little elitist and even ends up being racial. I like having everyone clean.
Beautifully said, Ann. So true.
Amen, sister.
me too, still.
It's hard to ignore Jesus. Impossible.
Ann I read your blog; rarely comment but thank you for this post. I needed to consider this today.
Amen and amen.
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