St. Andrew's Episcopal Church Welcomes You
Congratulations to St. Andrew's on their 30th Anniversary!
We extend a special welcome to those who are single, married, divorced, separated, straight, gay, transgendered, mighty rich, mighty poor, or mightily trying. We welcome those who are crying newborns, skinny as a rail, or aiming to lose a few.
We extend a special welcome if you can sing like Andrea Bocelli or can only sing into a bucket. You’re welcome if you’re “just browsing” just woke up, or just got out of jail. We don’t care if you’re “cradle Episcopalian” or a “cafeteria Christian” or if you’re not sure what to be or believe. We don’t care you have only seen inside of a church on YouTube, think Hozier invented “Take me to church”, or haven’t been in church since your BFF from high school got married.
We extend a special welcome to those over 60 who haven’t grown up yet, and to teenagers who think they’re already grown up. We welcome soccer dads/moms, NASCAR moms/dads, starving artists, tree-huggers, latte sippers, card-carrying NRA members and card-burning Socialists. We welcome vegetarians and junk-food aficionados. We welcome those who are in recovery or still addicted. We welcome you if you’re having problems, or you’re down in the dumps or if you don’t like “organized religion” – hey, many of us have been there too.
We extend a special welcome if you blew all your offering money at the casino, still think the earth is flat, work too hard, can’t sepll, or because grandma is in town and wanted to go to church.
We extend a special welcome to those who are inked, pierced, both or undecided. You are welcome if you need a special prayer right now, don’t really like religion yet feel a spiritual tug, or got lost in traffic and wound up here by mistake. We welcome seekers, finders, tourists, wanderers, doubters, bleeding hearts…and you.
This is your home. What unites us is Jesus Christ, the rest is details.
I heard the rooster crowing in his mirth,
The hen’s soft clucking and lowing cow,
The camel’s hooves stamping the patient earth.
I saw my anxious father come and go,
I saw the shepherds shuffling bravely in,
I saw the wise men, clearly in the know,
Draw near with gifts in hand, intent to win
The favor of a god approaching near
While angels crowded round me, wing on wing,
Eager to witness what was happening here.
Speechless was I, although I am the Word
Through whom all things are fashioned and cohere.
Like fragrant oil on ancient wounds poured outward,
I came in weakness to redeem the past,
Thus reconciling mortals to their Lord,
And making Godhead visible at last:
God’s word, God’s truth, God’s life, God’s way,
Resting and feeding at my mother’s breast.
~ Tom Breidenthal