little things
This past week has been pretty relaxing for me. Track just finished and I have more time after school and on the weekends. All this time I now have makes me take a step back and think….I start to see things different because I have more time to process and think about them. For example, just recently, I’ve started talking to a friend from workcamp again, I met him in Buffalo, NY 2 years ago, hadn’t talked to him in over a year. Yet he remembers almost everything we did and everything that I told him during that one week we spent together! I was very impressed… and then I felt like an idiot because the I couldn’t even remember what town he was from (I was lucky, I could at least remember what state he lived in!) But, then our conversation went on and he admitted that his church had gotten our wheel that we all traded and that’s how he remembered what town I was from; because it sits in his sunday school room and he sees it every week. This makes me wonder are there other kids that also look at that wheel and remember one of us that they met? better yet….do any of us see those things in our youth room? I know I do…but, that’s because I put it there…would I if I hadn’t been the one to place those things in those spots? Honestly, I don’t know…but, I have begun to look at the things in our church and wondered where they came from. There could be a good story behind something, you never know. Next time you’re in the parsonage, look for the cross that sits behind the couch….did you even know it was there? or how about the wheel as your coming down the stairs? or the two crosses on the wall made out of records? I’m sure there’s a story behind almost everything that’s up there and there’s even more in the church. Just step back and see what you’re looking at, not just look at it, and then ask. The worst answer you can get is, “No, there isn’t any special meaning or story to that. It’s just pretty!”
awesome post Victoria. This is a great one thanks for sharing
This is slightly random, but at my old church, absolutely EVERYTHING was dedicated to someone. The church was 200 years old, and the building was at least 80 years old, so everything was historical. We had a parlor dedicated to someone, and in it, there were clocks, chairs, a piano, and even a preacher’s stand dedicated to someone.
I think it’s the called the Gathering Room, but there are a bunch of really old Bible’s in it. It’s fun to look at them and imagine all of the other people who had used them before us.
Great post Victoria- post’s like that really get us thinking =]