Genesis 37:12-24; Psalms 47, 48; 1 Corinthians 1:20-31; Mark 1:14-28
When I first attended Saint Matthew’s Church (15 years ago this coming April 16), it was Palm Sunday. I sat in the last row on the left. To be back in the Episcopal Church made me feel I was coming home. Also, I felt God was saying, “This is where I want you!” In my heart I said, “Yes, God.” When I left I introduced myself to the Vicar, Father DeMott, and told him I wanted to join Saint Matthew’s.
I had grown up in the Episcopal Church, and my friends and I sang in the choir and attended Sunday School every Sunday. My Bible was presented to me by the rector for “diligence and attendance” in 1951. My friends and I were active at church functions.
I joined Saint Matthew’s and decided I was not going to be a “Sunday Christian.” I joined the women’s group and the coffee hour set-up committee. I was just becoming disabled and used a cane. Father DeMott used to tease me about poking the devil’s eye out with my cane. I wrote poems of praise for the newsletter and became reporter for the women’s group.
One evening Father DeMott called and asked if I would like to do something for the church? My immediate “Yes!” amazed him.
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
My response was, “If it’s within my capabilities, I’ll do it.”
Thus I became register (secretary) to the vestry. I became more and more involved and loved every second. I became more disabled and found I was diabetic. I was at church every Sunday. About six years ago I found I could no longer attend church and could no longer drive.
Still, I serve God by being the best person I can be and by sharing my faith. God has blessed me so very much, and I will always say, “Here am I, Lord.”