Throughout the Eastertide, members of the Missions Committee at church have been sharing Missions Moments with the congregation. They are personal testimonies about their journey to RCC and to the Missions Committee – and also how their lives have been impacted.
Last week my friend Holly shared her testimony. Her daughter Bella has Rett Syndrome and her diagnosis was a big reasons that they were led them to RCC. Her words were beautiful and I asked if I could share them here. Enjoy!
I looked up the definition of the word “mission” and here is what it said: the vocation or calling of a religious organization, especially a Christian one, to go out into the world and spread its faith. The word “calling” jumped out at me when I read the definition. And perhaps it best describes why I joined the Missions Committee.
My journey to RCC and to this community is not that old. It was only a few years ago when my world was turned upside down and inside out. Receiving the news that your child has a devastating, life-limiting disease calls into question every thing you ever thought you knew. When I was able to pick myself up off the floor I was lost, broken, and afraid. Yet, I never once cursed God, and yes I found that strange. I was angry, but I never blamed God. Instead I felt like I needed God like never before. That set the journey in motion. I needed God, my family needed God.
And then we found this Pastor, this Church, this Community. What happened next has changed our lives forever. At a time of incredible uncertainty, pain and fear, this church community wrapped its loving arms around us and welcomed us in and asked “What can we do?” I believe the Missions Committee is the embodiment of the spirit of this entire Church community..always asking “What can we do?” “How can we make a difference”. In the case of my family, and like with most of the things they do, they did not wait for us to respond… they jumped into action and joined the “Wheels for Bella” campaign by hosting the Ham and Bean Supper. The outpouring of love and support we experienced that evening was awe inspiring.
I remember watching the members of the Missions Committee, just doing what they do.. helping others, whether inside or outside of the doors of this Church. I truly felt “called” to do the same. Being a part of the Missions Committee is something I am very proud of. And although I am often unable to do as much as I would like to, I am just so happy to be part of such an amazing group of people.
I am the Good Shepard. I know my own and my own know me.. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold, I must bring them also and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepard.