Snippets from your Pastor/Hospitality
The California church my cousin Tom describes below has it "together" in every
way except one: They don't go out of their way to greet the stranger. Tom, a beloved
elder at the Arlington Presbyterian Church near Washington D.C., was the ungreeted
stranger in question.
As you may know, one of the most difficult things to do is to visit a church for the
first time. Sharon and Bob Froneberger were active members at St. Giles for many, rich
years. A job change called them to Gastonia, and they have confirmed that visiting new
churches is tough, especially since they miss St. Giles so much. Sharon reported to me
that when they arrived early at a Sunday school class for the first time at one church, it
took just under five full minutes for someone to introduce themselves! Sharon timed it.
And while the welcome was warm, it was delayed. Those ungreeted moments can be
an agony. Have you ever been in that boat?
Visiting a new church doesn't need to be so icy an experience. Joe Gaspard told
me that the first time he visited at St. Giles, he was met in the parking lot by two
greeters, one of whom was a very friendly Jay Brown. Joe felt immediately welcomed.
That's how they feel at my Cousin Tom's church---if he has his way.
Ordinarily, Tom is a quiet man. He enjoys "people watching." Though friendly
and kind, he is not gregarious. He'd probably not make the best greeter at the local Wal-
Mart. He's not good at small talk.
But when it comes to his church he makes it a point to find people he doesn't
know and greet them with a handshake and a kind word. Tom is an exquisite listener,
and partly because of that is a winning conversationalist; people like it when they feel
they are being heard. When he greets strangers at his church I suspect that most of the
time they only exchange polite pleasantries. They may say a word or two about "safe"
topics like the weather or football, neither of which Tom keeps up with. I doubt they
launch into deep conversations about the unity of the God-head or the fruits of the
Spirit. But these strangers are properly welcomed. Thanks to Tom's efforts, at least one
person is no longer a total stranger to them. That's good news.
Not everybody at Tom's church makes such an effort. When I visit Tom's church
there are only one or two people who go out of their way to greet me. Most don't speak
to me unless I speak first. They aren't cold or aloof they're just shy, or preoccupied, or
simply unaware of folk like me feeling slightly self-conscious. These good church folk
have the same excuses you and I have when it comes to greeting people we don't
know at St. Giles.
Usually I'm alone at Tom's church. He's not introducing me to his friends because
he figures I have a big enough mouth to do that myself, and I do. Where's Tom? He's at
the front door welcoming people he's never seen before, looking them in the eyes and
tilting his head the way he does orienting his ears so he'll hear them properly. He
doesn't want to miss what they have to say. He's oblivious to everything else except that
encounter. Such encounters are, after all, holy, and he knows better than to turn away
from an angle unawares.
I challenge you to talk to somebody you don't know next time you're at church.
Don't ask them if they are a visitor; they might be a charter member you've never met
and you might be embarrassed. Try saying something like this: "Hi. My name is Blah Blah
and I don't think I've met you before. What's your name and how are you?" And then
see what happens. It might be the entree into the deepest conversation you've had in
your lifetime; however, it probably will only be a simple exchange of pleasantries:
Clemson football or summer humidity. Either way, you'll have done your part to bear
the hospitality of Christ to a shy stranger who just may need the human touch only you
can provide.
Some of you already do this (you know who you are). Thanks. For others of us,
this requires a stretch outside of our comfort zone.
Give it a try. God blesses the unions made, however haltingly, in Christ's name.
Thanks be to God!
God is good...
Matt
The Community Church of Saratoga, California, has three ministers on staff. Its
building, begun in the 1920's, has the air of expensive architecture. One of the adult
classes, taught with Power Point and attended by about 25 people, meets in an
assembly room opening on the central plaza.
Between church school class and worship, people mill about the Spanish style
courtyard. On one side of the patio, an information booth distributes a costly brochure
in celadon green. The brochure explains who the Community Church of Saratoga is and
what it does.
On another side of the patio a woman stands at an espresso machine. She will
make a latte or cappuccino if you pay her $2.50, not quite Starbuck's prices, but almost.
On the third side of the patio stand the vacuum servers with free, brewed coffee. Large
pitchers hold half-and-half to add to the coffee. People congregate in clusters, and the
sounds of their talk and laughter drift up toward the California sky.
Children duck in and out of the maze of adults; the kids giggle and breathe hard
from their game of tag. This is a happy church, largely, because people smile at others
and hug frequently.
Californians love to hug. The woman who hands out the church bulletin--celadon
and with a 'cut-out' window--a BMW of church bulletins--smiles as she gives the guide to
worship. The worship has plenty of singing. Before communion there is passing of the
peace, except they don't call it that.
That's the first time outside the class that a member of Saratoga Community
Church greets a visitor from Arlington, Virginia.
--- Tom Hester
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