“Therefore welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for the glory of God.” —Romans 15.7 [ESV]
Surprise! A few months ago our family learned that twins were on the way.
We were expecting to receive one new baby: had planned, prepared, purchased and made plenty room for one. Double that. Young Jim—formerly DBA “baby Jim”—reviews the new arrivals below:
Jim knew Lucy and Jake were coming. He has been talked to about them, seemed to welcome the idea of them, and loved being in the waiting room for two hours with eight adults all focused on him, and him alone.
Reality is slowly, slowly coming into focus. These new arrivals require Jim and his parents to change much of what they had been doing, even how and when they had been doing such traditional things as baths, meals, bedtimes, going to the store and reading books together. A growing family is natural and normal and never easy at first.
“New places for new people” is one of four areas of focus throughout the entire United Methodist denomination. We are truly fortunate at TUMC that we actually have new people to make new places for—every Sunday! God is sending people through our doors and expecting us to welcome them, as we have been welcomed. In most churches and certainly in ours, we talk about new people and seem to like the idea of them; even though making the adjustments new people always require in any family lags a little coming into focus.”
We are looking toward our 70th year of existence as a Methodist Church in the Tarrytown Neighborhood.
Only one charter member remains, so literally every other person here right now has been welcomed along the way. Adjusted for. Included. Thousands of us have shaped events and experiences, altered existing traditions and created new ones.
I’m counting on Jim to scoot over, share his things, and love his brother and sister with an open heart to the blessings they will bring into his life. And Christ is counting on us to do the very same thing.
Look for an unfamiliar face and be the first to say, “Hello.”
Blessings be yours,
Bobbi Kaye Jones