Taking Our Church to the Moon

This particular Saturday morning found us up and scurrying around.  It was a break in our routine. Generally we are moving slowly, enjoying breakfast and taking time for conversation.  Not today.  Instead we were headed out to Grandview for a book party. 

We arrive to the frantic activity of wrapping, tying and predestinating the arrival of The Green Ember to selected destinations.  Every room is utilized.  Even the front porch has been converted into a post office of sorts.  Hospitality insists on an abundance of food and cups that never empty of drink.  Laborers partake along with laughter and conversation.  Then it’s back to work.   

This whole book adventure is the endeavor of the Sam and Gina Smith family.  They are imaginers and allies in imagination for other families.  We are happy to be a small support. 

Along about noon a call goes out for someone to run an errand.  I volunteer and Gina sends me out the door with a favorite Sara Groves CD.   Somewhere between Redwing Lane and Midway Road one of the songs intrudes into my thoughts in a positively jarring way.    

To the Moon

It was there in the bulletin
We're leaving soon
After the bake sale to raise funds for fuel
The rocket is ready and we're going to
Take our church to the moon

There'll be no one there to tell us we're odd
No one to change our opinions of God
Just lots of rocks and this dusty sod
Here in our church on the moon

We know our liberties we know our rights
We know how to fight a very good fight
Just grab that last bag there and turn out the light
We're taking our church to the moon
We're taking our church to the moon
We'll be leaving soon

Is Sara right?  Are we separating ourselves to the point of inconsequence?   Are we too tame, just way too tame?  Might we just as well take our church to the moon?  

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