It is interesting how one small decision can change the course of life.
Trinity United Methodist Church, Iron Mountain, Michigan changed my destiny.
When I frivolously took employment as their organist in 1984, I did not know the people of the church. My sister-in-law Ruthie had handed me an ad Trinity United Methodist Church had placed in the newspaper. (My mother had always warned me to “watch out for those ungodly liberals”.) The organ was an old drawbar Hammond. Not cool since the Doors sang “Come on Baby, Light My Fire.”
I did not know the people of the church would love my husband, our two sons, and myself into a new home – straight out of our desert where angry-in-name-only Christians wander in search of souls to denigrate, discount and destroy.
We joined the church in time. At that moment of joining, I passed the Statue of Liberty to thrive in my new spiritual abode. As a United Methodist organist, I was to encounter my first female administrative council chair, first female pastor and first female bishop (who can forget Judith Craig?).
Our denomination’s father, John Wesley said many things. Here are two of my favorites of his wise sayings:
“We think, and we let think.”
Also, “We draw circles to include people, not to exclude them.”
Trinity UMC embodies these two sayings for me.
A church can make all the difference. In this female pastor’s life – who finally was able to follow my path from God, starting at age 39, Trinity UMC surely did. I cannot even guess how many people have encountered Jesus in a fresh way because of this one church.
God knows, dear saints, Trinity UMC has a dazzling ancestry.