This past Saturday we helped a family in our church move. I think this is my third church move to participate in (not counting our own). I love it. There is something very special about how our church comes together to help the family move.
I’ll give you a run down of what the day looked like so you get a picture of how this all worked. The family we helped was moving from about 1 1/2 hours away to about 10 minutes away. The first team of people started loading the truck at the old house at around 8 or 8:30 a.m. Team 2 started arriving at the new house at 12:00. The truck didn’t come until one, so after completing a few quick jobs we all had a great time visiting. Not long after the truck arrived, the parade of boxes and furniture began. The men, boys, and some of the young ladies were unloading the truck while the ladies and the rest of the young ladies started unpacking boxes or doing other odd jobs. It went something like this: the kitchen chairs were brought in, so a few ladies started wiping them down (moving is a great time to clean out and clean up). When the table came in, one lady assembled it while another wiped it down, all the while having a conversation about farming. In the meantime someone else is putting the food in the fridge with a few other young ladies, and the box parade is continuing. As more furniture is being brought in, a few of us head to the master bedroom to start putting the bed together. There are a few more boxes to be unloaded in the kitchen, so that gets taken care of. Then someone hands me some clothes, so I take that over to the closet, where a few ladies are now sorting the clothes. (They have this really nice large master bedroom closet, so that everyone’s clothes could fit in one closet. Isn’t that convenient?) When all was said and done, we out of there by 3:00. There were still more boxes for them to unload, but the furniture was there and the kitchen was set up, and the house was starting to look like a home.
All this to say that I love watching our church in action. This not only happens when somebody is moving, but when there is a new baby, or someone is ill. Everyone pulls together to help. They have become more family than friends. It shows me one of the many ways in which I am so blessed by this wonderful, loving group of people that God placed me in. We did this for them, and they did it for us, and, when the need arises, we will do it for them, and they will do it for us. It is so wonderful knowing that. To me, it is a great picture of how the church works. I love all of you so much!
Have you ever been able to see the church in action? Have you ever been blessed this way?