The following is part of John’s October 24th blog where he describes his weekend with us.
“This weekend I was invited by a Connecticut church to host several conversations on faith, politics, and the bigger table over the course of three days.
Because of the disparate audience the blog has found, many people who showed up on Saturday morning would never otherwise walk into a church. Some hadn’t ever been to a house of worship outside of the odd wedding or funeral here or there, while others had been estranged for years or even decades from their former faith community. Many came with more than a bit of trepidation.
But something amazing happened after the first gathering concluded: many of these reluctant prodigals stayed; returning the next day for services and remaining for coffee afterward. They hung out for our afternoon conversation, made plans to have dinner with strangers, and talked about coming back on another Sunday.
A woman in her late forties came up to me at the end of the afternoon, she moved in close and placed her hands around mine. “I didn’t think church could be like this anymore.” she said, with tears blurring her eyes. “I’d given up thinking this existed.” She’d experienced close proximity with a beautiful local church community; not a perfect one, but one filled with good-hearted, grace-giving, flawed human beings who are trying to live and to love people well.”