This evening we had the joy and honor of attending a service in the brand new Pierce Chapel at my alma mater, Wesleyan College.
This was only the second service to be held there. It was quite lovely. The music whirled and echoed throughout the hallowed hall, and it was beautiful. The words encouraging us to be the hands and feet and eyes and ears of the One who taught us best how to love were empowering and challenging all at the same time. Instead of foot washing, we washed each other’s hands. It was a precious moment when our Princess grabbed my arm and said, “Mama, I want to wash your hands.”
Oh my heart.
Such a lovely service during this week of weeks. I am thankful for the invitation and that our own Wesleyanne welcomed us coming and being a part of what is now her home, her alma mater. It means the world to me that she doesn’t turn her head and wish we weren’t there. She could, you know. She’s nineteen, so it could go with the territory. But instead she seems glad to see us. Again, my heart is full to bustin’.
What I enjoyed most I think was realizing something. As we wandered through quietly before the service began, reading the plates on the back of the seats (Cooter: Are ALL of these seats reserved?!), I looked down and realized that wisdom can be found most anywhere, if only one is looking.
Out of all the chairs and the dedications and memorials–there is, tucked amongst them, this tidbit of wisdom. I laughed a little (quietly of course) and gave thanks for Mr. Beller and his wise words of truth. I don’t know him, but I find it wonderfully fun and delightful to find these words in the midst of all the others.
Tonight I leave you with these images of the long-dreamed of and much-anticipated Pierce Chapel. Welcome. And may you stand tall and remind ALL who enter that dreams can and do come true. In time. And may ALL who want to enter always be welcomed. And loved.
Love to all.