I don’t remember her
name.
I think it was Sarah,
but I can’t be sure.
But she made an impact
on my life over 20 years ago,
And I will forever be
grateful.
I met her at an
Episcopal retreat weekend.
I had signed up for the
retreat because I was a big fan of the worship leader.
When I got to the
retreat center, though,
I learned that the
worship leader wasn’t going to be there.
The person we will call
Sarah was in charge of the weekend.
She gave me the choice
to stay or to have my money refunded.
I chose to stay.
Why not?
After all, I was
already there.
If I were pressed to
tell you what the focus of that retreat was,
Then I wouldn’t be able
to do it.
All I remember is that
we shared communion on Saturday night,
Passed the common
cup,
And drank real
wine.
It was the first time
I’d ever had real wine with communion.
It was
disgusting!
All the Episcopalians
laughed with me at my face when I tasted it.
They also all laughed
when I was surprised that they were having beer and wine during their
fellowship time.
Alcohol on a retreat
was unheard of for me,
The lone Baptist.
I don’t know if she
felt sorry for me or what,
But Sarah went out of
her way to befriend me that weekend
And to make sure I was
as comfortable as possible in unfamiliar territory.
After the weekend ended,
Sarah and I kept in
touch via email,
Which I suppose is how she
told me about Glory Ridge.
Glory Ridge is a
retreat center outside Marshall, NC,
That hosts youth groups
during the summer
And sends them into
surrounding areas to do construction work.
There is a small camp
staff each summer
And they happened to
need one more person in 2004.
Did I have any
construction experience?
No.
Was I at all prepared
to sleep on the dirty floor of a little shed with no running water, barely any
electricity, and mice?
No.
But did it matter?
No.
Sarah believed in me
and my gifts,
So I went to serve on
staff at Glory Ridge anyway.
And I had a wonderful
summer.
That summer,
I learned that a shower
is a privilege rather than a necessity.
I was introduced to the
concept of being present and living fully in the moment.
I became a fan of wind
chimes.
And I began an
ecumenical journey that would eventually lead me outside the narrow confines of
religion
And into the open arms
of faith.
And it’s all because of
a person whose name I don’t even remember,
But whose presence of kindness,
generosity, and openness changed my life.
May we be a people
whose names may not be remembered
But whose legacies are
passed down from person to person,
Generation to
generation.
May we be a people who
open doors of faith.
Amen.