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My daughter Faye is a lizard whisperer. For as long as I can remember, whenever we have gone camping, Faye has caught lizards. One year, she caught 12 lizards in five days (though technically one of those she caught three times in a row – that one wasn’t very bright). The first time that my daughters visited FCC San Rafael, Faye’s first question was, “Are there lizards around here?!” She and Rosemary fell in love with the natural beauty surrounding the church and were excited to explore the grounds, climb the trees, and hunt for local fauna. Yet in all of their searching since then, they have not found any lizards.
This past Wednesday, I was sitting in the office by myself and something small wiggled across the floor. It startled me, but I took a closer look and discovered a small baby lizard dashing to-and-fro across the carpet. You can imagine the ensuing scene as I tried to chase this small (and very fast!) creature down in my heels with the limited tools at hand. After much lunging and pouncing, I finally captured the skittery critter under a coffee mug that Hilary Spaulding had brought in on Monday. A moment later, David Knopf arrived and escorted it outside while I tried to catch my breath.
When the mug was finally lifted near a tree in the courtyard, the lizard sat petrified just long enough for me to snap a picture of it before it launched itself toward the nearest tree. It ran so fast off the lip of concrete that it managed to flip itself over onto its back as it skidded higgledy-piggledy in the dirt. It lay there, wriggling with its white belly to the sky for a long moment before it was able to roll over and then disappear into the leaves.
When I told this story at the Council meeting that evening and later to friends and family, it brought much laughter and multiple friends commented on how this was confirmation that this church was a great fit for us and vice versa. Faye and Rosemary are now filled with hope that they will be able to find lizards if they look hard enough.
As I think about Faye’s original wish and the chaotic scene that unfolded many weeks later, I can’t help but think about how often God answers prayers in strange unexpected ways, and how that can spread joy and hope to others in our lives.
I have been overwhelmed by the welcome and outpouring of love and warmth from this congregation. It has been a whirlwind first week! It has been a pleasure to get to know you better and to sit in conversation with our Ministry Team, Council, Sunday School teachers, and Music Director, and to bless all of our students as they head back to school this fall. My goals for the next few months are to get to know the congregation and community by continuing these conversations.
This was a blog entry in March, 2013 by Rev. Ken Barnes, who was serving as our Interim Pastor at that time. It was written at a time when we were re-examining what we believe are our special gifts as a church prior to launching the search for a new settled pastor. (A process that was completed in August 2014, when we called Rev. Tracy Barnowe.) In the time since it first appeared, several members have mentioned that it embodies some of our most important beliefs about FCCSR.
As I have come to know you, I am impressed with the diversity I am discovering here. Also I am also impressed by your inclusive attitude. You know that all are important and essential to your spiritual health and institutional vitality.
When I read this article on the history of small churches (the emphasis is on ‘rural’ churches but it also includes us!) I wanted to pass it on. Do you see yourselves in this article?
The Small Church
by Steve Willis
Quite often I drive by the Peaks Presbyterian Church on my way to hike through the Blue Ridge Mountains. The little white clapboard church sits in a beautiful setting, looking up to Sharp Top and Flat Top Mountains of the Peaks of Otter, among the highest elevations in Virginia. This congregation has always been a small country church since it was founded in 1761. It has survived the Revolutionary War, the trauma of our nation’s Civil War, the Great War to end all wars, the Second World War, Vietnam, the culture wars of the sixties, and now continues its ministry today. The Peaks Church’s beginnings hearken back to a time that had a quite different understanding of church and pastoral leadership.
During the period when the Peaks Church came into existence, stability was the norm for ministers, who most often pastored the same church their entire ministerial life. A study of Congregationalist ministers who graduated from Yale College during this era shows the difference between then and now. Robert W. Lynn and James W. Fraser, church analysts, who in 1977 contributed to one of the first books written specifically about the small church, summarize the differences:
“The eighteenth-century New England Congregationalists did not view the successful pastor as one who changed churches. That 7 percent with more than two pastorates consisted of the “ne’er to do wells.” (Read more . . .)