Carnival Time!

For the past several years, my church has sponsored a carnival around Halloween. It's a toss up as to who enjoys it more, the adults/overgrown children who work in the carnival, or the kids who attend.

Last night was the big event.


Dr. Lobo and I participated in the "trunk or treat" part of the evening. Church members decorated the trunks of their cars and passed out treats to children as they traveled from trunk to trunk.



Take a look at this scary guy. I'm a brave woman; I share my bed with that creature!




But then, I guess I look a little scary, myself.


The gym was full of games and prizes.

Many people wanted their faces painted, but some kids were a bit hesitant.

Everyone got a hot dog to eat, served with a smile.


Our congregation is undergoing a process of transformation. About thirty years ago, when we first joined, about 250 to 300 people participated in worship on Sunday mornings; now we have about half that number--or even less. We're in the middle of the city, and the neighborhood around the church is changing. We're moving from what we once were to what we will be, and we're seeking God's guidance as we strive to meet the physical and spiritual needs of the people around us.

Last night I got the sense that we are moving in the right direction. We offered what we could, without judgment. No sermons were preached, and no demands were made. We didn't ask for money. For two hours, the diverse people of our neighborhood were a community. We got a glimpse of the kingdom of God, and it was good.