“Hi, Honey, I’m home.” A beautiful day for flying 8 hours in the sky. A full plane with lots of children. Now to process, read, and pull together what I learned about the Irish roots of our Presbyterian church in Litchfield. Terms like Session, Teaching Elder, and Ruling Elder are the same. Their Book of Order is called The Code. Some things such as the times of their worship services are different. 11:00 or 11:30 so the farmers can finish milking.
Then there are the unexplainable differences such as the fact that even the oldest churches have multiple screens on their walls, and a projector system for hymn words and sermon points, whereas members of our church have wanted to stay traditional without these!
There is also the church clothes issue. Presbyterian men wore dress shirts, ties, and sport coats to church. (My farming cousin looked very handsome in them!) Roman Catholics go to church in t-shirts and jeans. The Roman Catholics say, “Those Presbyterians, all dressed up in their fine clothes, a sign of hypocrisy, covering their sins.” The Presbyterians say, “Those Roman Catholics, no respect for God. Their clothes show they don’t care about God and church.” The ministers are reversed: the priest wears an elaborate cassock and the Presbyterian minister dresses like the congregation.
Probably people have been making rules about clothes since the Garden of Eden, and many a church has tried hard to shove clothing rules into drawers of certain Bible verses, but let us not forget that God created us to be born naked!
“As God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” Colossians 3:12
I am home finishing my Study Break this week, putting together the information gathered from interviews, conversations, first-hand experience, their daily newspapers, and published resources. Feel free to contact me if you have something urgent that needs tending.
We are looking forward to July 30 when 6 new members will be introduced to the congregation!
A little boy opened the big and old family Bible with fascination, and looked at the old pages as he turned them. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible, and he picked it up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree that had been pressed in between the pages. “Momma, look what I found,” the boy called out. “What have you got there, dear?” his mother asked. With astonishment in the young boy’s voice, he answered: “I think it’s Adam’s suit!”
A man, down on his luck, went into a church which catered to the “uppity”. Spotting the man’s dirty clothes a deacon, worried about the church’s image, went to the man and asked him if he needed help. The man said, “I was praying and the Lord told me to come to this church.” The deacon suggested that the man go pray some more and possibly he might get a different answer. The next Sunday the man returned. The deacon asked, “Did you get a different answer?” The man replied, “Yes I did. I told the Lord that they don’t want me in this church and the Lord said, ‘Don’t worry about it son; I’ve been trying to get into that church for years and haven’t made it yet.”