What FUMC Means to Me: A Place That Serves Loving Kindness
by Linda Fong
The Rev. John Jenkins, a retired United Methodist pastor in Arizona, sent me a copy of a meditation booklet he put together. In it is this “Prayer for Compassion” by the Dalai Lama:
May I become at all times, both now and forever
A protector for those without protection
A guide for those who have lost their way
A ship for those with oceans to cross
A bridge for those with rivers to cross
A sanctuary for those in danger
A lamp for those without light
A place of refuge for those who lack shelter
And a servant to all in need.
All this is what First United Methodist Church (FUMC) means to me. I experience these things through:
•A potluck group.
•A quilt made by women of the church for a new baby.
•Soup for a homeless teen.
•An intergenerational mission to Haiti.
•An exchange of ideas in Bible Workbench.
•Theologically expansive sermons by Pastor Pat Bruns and Pastor Joe Agne.
•A rousing chorale of spirituals.
•A candlelit walk on the labyrinth.
•English-language lessons for a refugee family.
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in the Lord’s word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord
more than those who watch for the morning,
more than those who watch for the morning.
Lenten Practice: Give thanks for the life God has given you and for the people who help you reach your goals. Remember God will never let you down.
Lenten Prayer: God, you help me daily. When I get troubled, you are there for me. Thank you God for being there every minute, every second, every day. Amen.