A tale of two churches

Today was the sort of rainy day that really should be spent at home, but I wanted to drive the orange car again and so I drove my Mother to her church this morning. It is lovely, but it is a very sit, kneel, stand kind of church. I found myself being distracted during the sermon by one of the stained glass windows, and in particular by the detail in the cloak of one of the Saints. How long did take to craft that window I wondered? How much patience would you require to place each piece with such care?

In the evening I went to the new church I have been attending. It is definately not a sit, kneel, stand kind of church. I am still in a state of shock that I have no prior links to anyone at this place, in a city this small this is surprising to say the least. I find it challenging to attend a church where I do not know people. I have always attended services with family or friends: with my own little pre determined social circle and so this feeling of unsureness is new to me. I am beginning to get to know people there, they seem lovely and the church does seem like a place where I will be able to grow in my faith

As I slowly walked home after the service I reflected that just like the window all relationships; whether between friends, between lovers, with God, or indeed with a Church take time, care and patience to craft. But with that time, care and patience light will stream through the window revealing the true and meaningful beauty within ...