Happy Birthday, Columbia Grove!
Happy birthday! Can you believe it? You're officially ten years old. I always get nostalgic on birthdays, and yours makes me feel exponentially so. I couldn't help but reflect on all that you've been through over the last ten years, and how much I've enjoyed being part of the ride.

It's been ten years of the port-a-church lifestyle. Ten years of dedicated, servant-hearted volunteers generously showing up early to set up each week and patiently staying late to tear down. It's been ten years of learning how to make people feel warm, welcome, and comfortable inside a cafeteria. It's been ten years of intentional layout--ten years of learning that it matters how the chairs are set up and whether or not people can see your signs.

It's been ten years of worship together. It's been ten years of watching your congregation grow from 10, to 30, to 70, to 150, to 250. It's been ten years of creatively and authentically connecting to God as a body. It's been ten years of adaptability-- of learning how to minister to changing demographics and changing people. Ten years of trying to be okay with change--whether that means adding services or pastors or eliminating elements that just aren't working. It's been ten years of joining together despite differences. It's been ten years of learning the definition of unity.







You've walked us through our awkward adolescent years
even when they included terrible hairstyle choices (really, Jarred? Whatever made you decide this was a good idea?).
You taught us how to live our lives in ways that honor God, whether that be with our money, our time, our talents, or our hearts.
I am so very thankful, Columbia Grove, for the ways God has used you to change me over the past ten years.


God's used you to bring me on Costa Rica missions trips and Chinese adventures with some of your members.

I got my first taste of ministry within your walls. You were my first job with some extremely wacky and adorable kids. I learned through you that being God's servant might mean preaching one week, cleaning the bathroom the next, and putting on elf ears for the Christmas party the week after that -- and more importantly, I learned that each role was significant. You were the place I discovered that I play a part in God's plan for this world.


I am so thankful that I was privileged enough to grow up with you, Columbia Grove. I'm thankful for your people, but mostly I'm thankful for your God. Here on your birthday, I don't want to celebrate you. I want to celebrate the ways that God has moved through you. I want to celebrate the life change that God has inspired within you. I want to give praise and shout for joy because you are a community that is full to the brim with the love of a never changing God, and I get the amazing opportunity to see Him work there.

I may not be there as often as I like, but know that I am praying for you. Know that I am rooting for you. Know that I am ever so proud of you and the ways you follow the Lord's leading.
And please know that where ever I may be, I am so thankful to get to call you home.
Love,
Mackenzie
Beautifully written. Thanks for all the memories.
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