My college friend Katie grew up Episcopalian. She and her husband now attend a Baptist church, joined a Sunday School class, and make sure their children are in Sunday School and worship every Sunday. They are enjoying a good church with good folks. She calls me from time to time to ask me “Baptist questions” since I’m the homegrown Baptist she knows best.
Katie called recently to let me know she’s on bed rest late in her pregnancy with their second child and to ask a “Baptist question.” I was expecting a doctrinal question, but Katie’s question concerned casseroles. Members of her church surprised Katie with a meal saying they knew bed rest makes it hard on a family. She was truly touched by their thoughtfulness, but also truly shocked. “In our church growing up, you came to worship, you were seen, you went home, and you told people you go to church there. Here, people showed up at my door with a casserole and I thought they were at the wrong house. You’re a minister now, what’s up with that, Amy?” I laughed and simply said, “we’re Baptists—food says you care. And it means they know you.” Katie laughingly responded, “yeah, now they know I have holes in my slippers.”
Sometimes being cared for means being known. It’s what happens when you’re invested in a community. It has nothing to do with denomination and everything to do with the heart and soul of a community of faith. Being a Christian means we are both willing to give and willing to receive. And sometimes that means people see the holes in your slippers…I’m just glad I’m not the only one with holey house shoes.