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What Christ Church Means to Me
By Lee Stokes Hilton
November, 2002
grew up in San Antonio, Texas, where I attended Laurel
Heights Methodist Church, known in our family as The One True
Church. We went there because my grandmother went there, and,
aside from a pre-teen crush on the choir director, what I got
from that church was pretty slim pickins. It was large, as most
Texas city churches are, and it was across town, so it wasn't
where my friends went. But my grandmother worshiped there, and I
worshiped my grandmother, so that, as they say, was that.
For ten years after college, I lived in New York City, where
I put in sporadic appearances at Park Avenue Methodist Church.
It was another cavernous structure, and while I got to know the
minister, I don't think I ever met another soul there.
In 1979, my husband and I moved to Summit. Again, I tried the
Methodist Church, but I still felt lost in the crowd, so for a
time, I limited any further churchgoing to my visits to Texas
and The One True Church. At least it made my grandmother happy.
Then children came along, and my husband said, "You know, the
boys should get some religious education. That'll be your job."
And a friend of mine said, "Try Christ Church. It's really
different. I think you'll like it."
It was different all right. For starters, it was smallcozy
even. And in one of the first sermons I remember, the minister,
Allan Tinker, hung a pendulum from the rafters and let it swing
from one side of the apse to the other, back and forth,
throughout his sermon. He was demonstrating some principle of
physics that I no longer remember, but I'll never forget that
pendulum. At another service, the entire hour was committed to a
dramatic presentation by The Illuminators. Another week, we did
nothing but sing hymns. And I thought, "This place is
different."
But what impressed me most was the communion service. At The
One True Church, we filed solemnly, row by row, down the aisle
to the front altar where we were served by the two ministers. It
never struck me as anything more than a snack before lunch. At
Christ Church, everyone crowded together around the table,
singing:
"Let us break bread together,"
"Let us drink wine together,"
"Let us praise God together."
Lots of focus on "together." And suddenly, for the first time in
my life, I connected the concepts of "communion" and
"community"that whole idea of being togetherworking and
worshiping together. At that first communion service, I looked
around at the crowd; I saw the handful of people I already knew,
and the ones I didn't know but who seemed happy to share this
moment of community with me, and I was overwhelmed with a
feeling I can only describe as gratitude.
So over the last 17 years, whenever we've celebrated
communion, I've been acutely aware of how much my sense of
community has grown, as I added one name after another to those
I knew:
Frankie Shaner, who was happy to share a pew
with me even though I had a two-year-old who slept every week in
my lap;
Bill Kellogg, who helped me teach a Sunday
School class of unruly third graders;
Jean Fellows, who introduced my son Will to the
magic of bell ringing, and Wayne Bradford and Mary
Campbell and Squire Knox, who nurtured that talent in
the Jubilation Ringers;
Margie Bultman and Dave Bunting, who
first worked with me on the Property Managers Board;
Vivien Hardy and Dave Graepel, when I
served on the Executive Board;
Cynthia and Terry Baker, who taught me about
Family Hold Back when we were running out of food at the Advent
Workshop;
Dennis Bushe and Sarah Rosen the year we
shot past our goal in the Stewardship Campaign;
and last night, I added Patty and Steve Caputo,
who graciously opened their house for the progressive dinner.
So what does Christ Church mean to me? It means communitya
community of spirit, a community of support, a community of
people who want to make a difference. And every year, as the
number of familiar faces around me grows, I know my cup runneth
over.
Now, I'm not up here just to tell you how far I've come from
The One True Church. I'm also here to help out the Stewardship
campaign. Of all the jobs I've done in this community of Christ
Church, the hardest one was the Stewardship campaign. Those
people work their fannies off trying to figure out how to coax a
few more wallets open so we can keep doing the things that make
this place hum. It turns out that "community" and "communion"
are from the Latin words for fellowship and mutual
participation. So please participate, and be generous when you
fill out that pledge card. The community cannot survive on
spirit alone.
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