Since my last post (months ago) my congregation has added a four-stop, three floor elevator to serve the mobility needs of those we prefer not to notice.
You know the type: the people who can't play soccer anymore, who don't eat with chop-sticks because their arthritis is too severe; who navigate life with only peripheral vision; who's parents push them through doors in wheeled-conveyances instead of holding their hands; who stumble along behind walkers, or poke the world with their canes. Them.
God knows we love them!
We added an elevator at enormous expense, and it was perfectly extravagant. After all, when the building was designed fifty years ago and the congregation was young and frisky and we couldn't imagine needing such a thing!
But today..
We added an elevator, and along the way I have met electricians, carpenters, engineers, sheet metal workers, general contractors, roofers, drywallers, painters and cleaners. And they have lived in our building, watching Lutherans.
They were so surprised at how busy we are!
Good.
So is God.
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