In the Pew Next to Me

When I worship at the church where my husband is pastor, I am in a sanctuary with quite a few people I have literally known for my whole life. You see, we live in our hometown. My home church went through a little kerfuffle a couple of decades ago and some people from there ended up in the congregation that he serves. My daughter and her family like to sit in the balcony. As I was looking down into the sanctuary one recent Sunday, it struck me that I can almost see the ghosts of those who have left us and that I know some of the struggles that people who are in worship are facing.

I notice the widows and widowers whose spouses were my Sunday School teachers and friends of my parents. It is touching to see the way other people in the congregation have filled a seat that might have been empty next to each of these people. I see the brother of the actor who played “Father Mulcahey” on M.A.S.H. on TV who has outlived not only his brother but his spouse. His daughter who is my age sometimes brings him to church; sometimes it is his granddaughter who navigates her tall grandfather and his walker into the pew. I see the business leader who recently retired and then was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer. He slips into the pew next to his wife after finishing an open meeting with members of the church who have questions about decisions made by the session.

I see the pastor who was one of two pastors who performed our wedding and, a few years later, our ordination, sitting with his spouse who is still a very active deacon. I see the place where my mom sat next to her second husband (my dad did not live long enough to see us come back to Peoria). She passed away 10 years ago. Her spouse is now too infirm to come to church so his place is vacant as well.

But that is not all I see. There are also the young people in their thirties who are in charge of the mission project that supports a boys’ home in Mombasa, Kenya. There are the babies making cooing noises throughout worship. I see the young man with long hair who dresses very casually for church (especially for this church) who is a member of the session and who preached in my husband’s absence the week before. I see the young doctor who leads a Bible Study. I see the senior high kids leave their seats in the summertime when the children leave; the big kids help with their activities.

Every one of those people and the people with whom you worship on Sunday mornings brings their own story into the sanctuary. Where else in our society do people of such different ages gather to do something together? Perhaps this is a part of that “great cloud of witnesses” by whom we are surrounded. It is not only those who have gone before us. It is also the motley crew who gather each Sunday, with their own memories and needs and visions for the future, who help to bring hope in the name of Jesus Christ.

Rev. Susan D. Krummel (Sue)
Executive Presbyter