As I walked the dog this evening, I thought of a
congregation that is making an amazing witness as they step out with faith and
courage. Burnt Factory UMC was my first appointment as pastor. I was so naïve.
I can’t stress that enough. When I was asked by a reporter from my hometown
about whether the people would accept me as a woman to be their pastor, I said
that I just planned on loving the people, and that love would prevail. In so
many ways, I was so naïve that I did not truly realize how opposed some of the
people were to me as pastor. Thanks be to God for that shield.
At BFUMC the people truly loved God and wanted to serve.
When something needed doing, they worked together to make it happen. Part of
that grew somewhat of being a “family” church, with one particular family being
dominant by sheer numbers. That could have been an invitation to be inwardly
focused, but as I keep up with the congregation on Facebook, and in other ways,
I marvel at how thirty-one years after I moved from there, they are showing
their love for God and God’s people in such a way that they are in the process
of demolishing parts of their building in order to expand it so they can reach
new people for Christ. And in usual BF fashion, they are carefully taking down
parts so they can be reused, doing as much of the work as they can themselves.
They are daring to take a risk, to step out in faith in order to reach people
who need God’s love.
This raises a question for me: how williing am I to be bold,
to dare to step out in faith when I cannot see where two steps more of the path
will take me. That requires trust; it also requires courage.