We went to church Sunday which, for us, was normal. Not so normal was that we got there early. We arrived around 10am, but the worship service didn’t start for almost another thirty minutes. Mary was a greeter, handing out bulletins at the front door. Matt and I went to find the pastor because we had a quick question. Promptly at 10:30, the service began with a song,
I Walk By Faith. I was glad to be there.
There were a few short announcements – a ladies luncheon coming up in April, a church-wide family beach retreat in May, a welcome to visitors. A time of greeting followed and then more singing:
Rock of Ages,
Jesus Friend of Sinners,
Still, and
It is Well with My Soul. The pastor led us in prayer. A surprisingly beautiful instrumental by the electric guitarist accompanied the offertory plates as they were passed quietly up and down the rows. I don’t usually think of the electric guitar as a particularly worshipful instrument, but I closed my eyes, leaned my head on Matt's shoulder, and prayed. I felt a peace move over me. Then Matt and I were introduced and given a microphone so we could share our ‘Faith Story.’ We were both nervous, but glad to do it. It was short. We probably only talked five minutes or so. The pastor hugged us when we were finished.
He then asked the congregation to pray for who we might ask to come to Easter service in a few weeks. He had a basket of cards that had been printed up with the details of the service – time, location – that we could use to give to those we wanted to ask. He said he was starting a new series of sermons on ‘hope’ and asked that we think of those we know who need the hope of Jesus Christ in their lives. The front of the cards had two hands holding a ball of light with the word
hope superimposed. We prayed again, this time specifically for these invitations and the people who would be invited to come.
The sermon was on the Kingdom of God from Matthew 7:24-29. Something the pastor said, I don’t remember exactly what, made Matt turn to me and whisper, “I was watching the news and there were these two back-to-back stories on CNN. The first was about it now being illegal for high school coaches to cuss; the second said the age limit for the Morning After Pill is being lowered to 17.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. I understood his point: how silly to focus on making cursing in front of high school students illegal but at the same time give them access to a pill that would kill an unborn child. Our sixteen year old daughter sat on my other side. I shifted in my seat to get more comfortable.
The pastor showed a diagram on the projection screens that symbolized the coming of the Kingdom of God when Christ walked the earth. I pictured in my mind a huge needle with golden thread swooping down from heaven and weaving itself into the rough burlap material that was the Kingdom of Man. After a short period, the needle rose again into Heaven and then came back, this time with beautiful white silken thread, as the Holy Spirit now brought down the Kingdom of God to earth by living in the hearts of believers.
We live today, the pastor said, in the tension between the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of Man. The now but not yet.
This is a timely church. The sermon was finished shortly after 11:30 and we prayed again. We stood to sing one last hymn –
The Solid Rock. Then the pastor dismissed us for the week. Our family stayed around for a bit, talking. People expressed their thanks to us for sharing our story. I had made a big pot of chili early that morning and we planned to have a quiet lunch together. On the way home, we passed the local hospital. I was driving and Mary was in the back seat.
“Look,” I said. “Mary, see the helicopter?” There was a helicopter flying low over the hospital and it passed just over our truck. Mary is still at the age where she would find a low flying helicopter exciting. I remember thinking that someone must have been in an accident and was being flown to Chapel Hill where there are more extensive medical services available. A car accident, I thought.
It wasn’t until after lunch had been eaten on our sunny porch - and after I had taken a long nap - that Matt told me why we had seen the helicopter leaving the hospital.
There had been a shooting in a nursing home in Carthage, the seat of our small county. The facility was just 10 miles from our church. A man had walked into the nursing home around 10am, about the same time we were arriving at church. He had various guns – a rifle, a shotgun – I’m not sure what else.
The details, the District Attorney said in the news conference, could not yet be discussed. There's an investigation underway.
But this detail can: eight people were shot and killed while my family worshipped.
While we sang about the Rock of Ages, Tessie-88, Lillian-89, Jessie-88, and Bessie-78 were murdered while they lay in their beds and sat in their wheel chairs.
As we were reminded that Jesus brought the Kingdom of God to earth, John-78, Margaret-89, Louis-98, and their nurse, Jerry-39, (shot more than two dozen times), breathed their last earth-drawn breaths. A young officer dispatched to the scene shot the assailant ending the massacre. He received a bullet wound in the leg himself. A man visiting a family member in the home was also shot, but thankfully his injury has not proved to be fatal.
Yes - we live in the tension that pulls tight between the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of Man.
The now but not yet.
Come, Lord Jesus.