When I was a child, my parents had their hands full caring for my special needs brother. All of my grandparents had died before I was born, and none of our extended family lived in state. Yet I was not bereft of adults who made special time for me. I found them—or rather, they found me—at church.Monica Schaeffer, old enough to be my grandmother, would sing All things bright and beautiful to me. Susan Fish drove me to church along with her children and years later was my counselor at a weeklong diocesan youth camp. I still have a rock she painted for me. Phyllis Cowie, whose children were older, took me out for a special restaurant meal. Mr. Connor, also the parent of older children, taught my Sunday School class.
When I joined my dad’s Presbyterian church because of their very active youth group, the volunteer leaders—Sue, Judy, Chris, Jim, Connie, Bruce, Ronee (all of them adults with families of their own)—spent hours with our group: playing, praying, teaching, encouraging, and, most importantly, listening. Elo Tanner, an octogenarian, invited me to be a youth representative on the Outreach Committee, where I was given voice and vote and was included in the rota for leading devotions.
All of those adults—and many others—saw me, knew my name, and cared about me. None of them were paid church staff. They were faithful members who took to heart Paul’s description of the Church: we, who are many, are one body in Christ, and individually we are members one of another (Rom 12:5).
The children and youth at St. Andrew’s are members of us all. At every baptism, we promise to do all in our power to support the newly baptized in their life in Christ. I rejoice in the many ways that I see adults here at St. Andrew’s doing just that, not only through “official” roles such as Children’s chapel teacher or acolyte leader, but also simply by greeting our young members with a smile, learning their names, engaging them in conversation. Thank you so much for the priceless gift of your interest and compassion. As I know firsthand, it makes more of a difference than you could ever imagine.
I am mindful of Ginny’s observation that our families with young children crave connections across generations. Through Christ, these families and their precious children are ours. What a blessing; and what a responsibility. With God’s help, let us continue to wrap them in our prayers and in our love.
I am grateful to be part of Christ’s body with each of you.
Every blessing. -Anne