A Sacred Fourth at KCC.
From the beginning, I confess I hold the Church (large C) in highest esteem. I think the world-wide expression of the Gospel in all of its beautiful and tragic manifestations is, never-the-less, a Holy place.
Therefore, this coming Monday, the Kenwood parade, 900+ for breakfast, hundreds considering the items in the silent auction, the runners, bands, old cars, and all the bunting, is sacred.
From where I stand on Church ground, our little church gives blessed meaning to everything else.
Our congregation calls the larger community together on the 4th of July. Our little congregational community is the leaven in the flour, the spark plug in the engine. We host the larger community in the garden and in the park.
I see strangers brought together, distant neighbors becoming reacquainted. We have become the primary host for this gathering and by our hospitality (see how clean the windows are?), we again this year add the invisible to the 4th. We cook up pancakes, and, in addition, trust, thankfulness, gratitude, laughter ,and that most precious commodity in a country now given to full-voice argument, a place where we belong.
The Gospel creates the Church, and by God's Spirit working among us, miracles continue to happen. I am so very proud of you. I am so very thankful for you.