I thank God for our amazing praise band
with the drums and state of the art sound system.
We’re no little church wheezing through the old hymns.
I thank God for our new Open and Affirming sign
and our three justice committees.
We’re not a church where they never get around to voting,
and make rainbow cookies for the Fair.
I thank God for our Youth Group mission trip to Haiti.
That one-room schoolhouse church
doing trick-or-treat for Unicef? how 1960’s!
I thank God for the beautiful new wood floors
in our rental hall –
perfect for receptions and anniversaries.
We’re not like that church
that’s pretty grateful when the AA
takes a love offering for new folding chairs.
I thank God for our significant online presence.
That other church?
They think Pinterest is some kind of
theatrical Sabbath practice.
God, have mercy on us –
we can’t pay enough to keep a pastor
for more than two years,
our two delegates are eighty and eighteen,
we took seven years to vote
paving the parking lot,
and you should have heard the yelling
at the Second Amendment forum.
Last week somebody forgot the gluten-free
(oh, that was me)
and some of your children
dipped strawberries by the stems
in the common cup …
a first grader,
a gun control advocate, and a hunter.