In the white church
bends through thick old glass
and the pastor announces
that Vince and Carol
are celebrating the sixty-fifth anniversary
of their wedding —
See the bride and groom jack o’lanterns
on the chancel steps?
Vince woke up not quite well enough to come,
although the cake arrived for coffee hour
and they hope we’ll all enjoy it –
the old friends and the visitors, too.
I don’t know Vince and Carol,
but I’m a little sad for them anyway.
Still they just reminded me of the blessing
we call church —
this place we can send a party
even when we can’t come anymore.
So today I remember those old reformers
and a long line of those
who’ve passed our way since then,
not so much stern pounders of nails in doors,
as standing around
with plates and napkins
offering us all a slice of their joy.
This happened to me a couple of years ago and it came to me today that I am still so
very, very glad to be part of the thing called church where this happens. This is Reformation Day.