“My name is “Cindy.” I am no longer in the area, but before I unsubscribe to the mailing list, I want to thank a few people specifically for welcoming me every Sabbath that I attended while I was in Portland. I honestly miss it even though I was only there for a few weeks and only got to speak to a few people.
This is a little embarrassing because I didn’t catch hers, but to the tall beautiful lady at the door who always remembered my name and welcomed me by name every Sabbath–you are such a huge reason why I kept coming back. There’s something that feels like Jesus when someone knows your name–especially when you hardly know anyone and you’re in a new city all alone. Thank you so very much.
To the gentleman who set me up on the mailing list so that I could get the sabbath school links every week and feel up to date, thank you. You made me feel like attending a new church for the first time all alone was the most natural thing in the world; and after that my nervous heart was okay. You gave me a bottle of water and took the time to email me the sabbath school link that morning so that, even though no one was in the church right then and there, I could join in. You are the reason I kept coming back, too.
I’ve rarely in my life attended church alone. I’ve always gone with friends or family. I have to admit that it was a conscious decision to push past the awkwardness and loneliness of attending alone–but I knew that as soon as I got 50 feet from the door I would hear a “Good morning, “Cindy!” Happy Sabbath” and I’ve never been more excited to get my temperature checked.
God bless you all,
Never grow weary in well-doing, for “in due season we shall reap if we faint not.”
I will always anticipate my next visit.”