This is the third of four stewardship reflections by Martha Brittell.
Nov. 8th, 2015
Almost anyone entering our cottage would find the air to be musty, but not me. That smell carries me away and I am a ten-year-old, sandy, sunburned girl playing cards on the floor with my brother and sisters after a long day at the beach. Smells are powerful triggers of memories both good and bad. We breathe deeply of the happy ones while consciously or unconsciously avoiding the painful ones. The sense of smell and its connection to memories is almost magical.
When I walk into Christ the King my senses are welcomed by familiar smells. Then a sixth sense takes over my attention. I stop and take a deep breath of the love that emanates from every wall of the building. It’s love of all the prayers that have been, and continue to be, woven into the rich tapestry that is the church. Prayers for comfort and strength, prayers of thanksgiving. Prayers blessing weddings, welcoming babies to Christ’s family, and committing those we have lost to God.
Take a deep breath. Then, let your prayers join the chorus.
Thank you Ines and Guy for reminding us, through your stewardship messages, what our church is made of.