Jiggling in the pews gets you closer to God

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I always sit on the right side of the sanctuary for the service; it’s just my habit.  Sunday, I needed to talk to Kent about teaching at the Fine Arts week at Camp Vermillion this summer.  I found him and his wife, Penny, and seven month-old son, Theo, on the left side, so I sat next to Kent before church started and chatted with him.  When church began,  I stayed.  Pastor Wayne announced that one of our church members, Jim Holisky had died on March 17 and our first hymn would be sung to honor his passing.  Into Paradise May the Angels Lead You  is a beautiful and comforting hymn: 

At your coming may the martyrs receive you and lead you into the holy city, Jerusalem, Jerusalem.  

May a choir of angels welcome you, and where Lazarus is poor no more,

may you have everlasting rest, may you have everlasting rest, may you have everlasting rest.


There was no rest in the pews on the left side of the sanctuary.   Theo had started to fuss, so mom was jig-jiggling him to quiet him.  Meanwhile behind us, a mother was trying to quiet six-year-old Henry who was jig-jiggling a crayon box into a cha-cha-cha.   As the hymn went on, another parent moved out of the pew and down the outside aisle in quiet pursuit of his toddler. 

My mother died recently, and I wanted to sing about everlasting peace, but this was impossible with all the life going on about me – all these young parents, trying their best to keep the chaos under control.

The kids were beautiful, these little cherubs, full of life’s new energy, needing to be taught how to manage their curiosity, how to live with others, how to be safe in a world full of risks.  There we were together,  having to tolerate each other while we enjoyed and were annoyed by each other.  That’s how community works.

Yes, that’s how community works:  For Jim and my mom, for the parents who showed up and still missed most of the service, for the youngsters whose innocence will be quickly outgrown, the people on the right side of the church sang: 

Into paradise may the angels lead you, 

at your coming may the martyrs receive you and lead you into the holy city, Jerusalem, Jerusalem.   

Reva Rasmussen, Deacon

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