Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sometimes I find myself complaining about the church. Sometimes I find myself profoundly grateful for our church family. Tonight was a night for gratitude.
We just got home from Big Church's Annual Spaghetti Dinner and Talent Show. The acts were all very good -- mostly teen and preteen rock stars, along with my favorite 80ish woman who played some old ragtime piano music and the Budweiser Beer song. She must have been a fun gal when she was younger. Heck, she's a fun gal right now.
One little girl got up to sing, but quickly became too nervous. Her dad was emceeing the show, so she hid behind his back and cried. She left the stage. Her father announced that she would try again later in the show. After the other acts had gone, she tried again. Half laughing, half crying, no sound came out as she tried to sing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". Slowly, the two hundred voices gathered around banquet tables in the church gym began to sing. We all sang. Slowly, our little singer found her voice and two hundred and one voices finished, "If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh why can't I?" I couldn't help but cry with joy. I wasn't the only one.
We had fun tonight. Thomas ate about two pounds of spaghetti. Lily danced around the edges of the church gym. David received kisses and hugs from his many aunties. I am so grateful that my kids are growing up in this congregation.