Church at the Garden of Eden happens every Sunday, and it’s robust with energy. Maybe it’s because I lack the usual Christian cynicism and can see that we are exactly like our families at home–happy, sad, angry, joyful, nutty, sane, and everything in between. We have our crazy grandparents, naive young people, and equally funny ones who have these rather unusual ideas.
It’s not unusual to have a conflict of personalities. But when someone is in trouble, the church forgets its little dramas and hiccups, and comes together to help one of their own. They have even been known to help one not yet one of their own. Our church loves, but not perfectly.
When we worship together, we raise our hands in prayer and sing even if some of us are off-key. We make a joyful noise. And when someone needs prayer, we stop what we are doing and pray with that person, our hand on their shoulder and tears in our eyes.