Last Sunday we held a Decommissioning service for Ridglea Presbyterian Church, where we’ve worshiped for over 45 years. The church itself is 75 years old. Both our daughters were baptized there. One daughter was married there. My mother’s memorial was held in the Chapel. Both Bob and I were ordained as elders there, and he, a trustee. We’ve served on numerous committees, including Bob serving on one which called one of our ministers. We’ve taught Sunday School and served as youth sponsors. I worked for the church for a couple of years as a temporary Director of Christian Education. And as I’ve written here, I’ve preached two sermons.
After the service, when I drove home Sunday afternoon, I felt a huge pressure on my chest. One part of my brain took note and told myself it was “just” grief. But it was a real physical hurt. I’m sure I’ll have to use that in a book sometime.Of course, the church is more than a building, but….
To say the move is painful is such an understatement. (See paragraph above. 😊) I was not the only person wiping my eyes during Sunday’s service, which was beautiful. The PR committee of our Relocation Central Commission did a super job with the reception afterwards. Many former members and kids of members returned for this last service, including our younger daughter, husband, and our granddaughter who sat with me for the children’s sermon.
It was lovely seeing thesanctuary packed.This picture courtesy of Mary Beth Sisolak Waggoner
The garage sale after the reception for members went well. We have a wonderful couple with helpers who have organized the whole thing. We’ll have a garage sale August. 17 & 18 for members of the community. Packing has been ongoing for some time. I have the sore muscles & a bump on my head to show for it. Even though staff and committees have tried to purge, I know we’re taking way more stuff than we should. Where we’re first going is smaller than where we are, but larger than where we’re ultimately going. So, we’ve got too much stuff.Fire Fighting’s Finest will physically move us over three days. We have some incredibly talented church members. One of them has not only figured out where stuff can go in our temporary home, she’s drawn floor plans, so the movers can put things where they belong, and we won’t have to move them again.
August 5, we’ll have our first service in our temporary home where we’ll be until maybe Easter of 2019. Initially, we were unhappy about this delay, but one of members reminded us we hope to be in our new location for at least another 75 years, so in the big scheme of things, an extra couple of months doesn’t matter.
We are using the building of a former church that wasn’t willing to move, and it closed. We are grateful for the space and for only paying the cost of utilities.
The weather change has been a real blessing since after weeks of 100+ temps, a cold front has blown in, and all week we’re in the 90s with lows in the 70s. Much nicer weather for moving.
As I’ve written here earlier, I’m privileged to be chairing the Relocation Central Commission. I pushed off the release of my 7th book until early next year because of all the time spent on this task. And that’s all right. It’s been amazing to see how everyone has come together to make this all happen. An experience that we will always remember.
Have you been involved in a large move? What was your experience like? What did you learn? Were there things you’d do differently? Love to hear from you.