Mr Smothers and I left Morehead on Thursday afternoon for his family reunion; when I headed out of church, the Fellowship Hall was moderately full. We were not around for the Friday contributions, nor for the sale itself. But when we walked back into the building Sunday morning, I was panicked. It appeared to me that absolutely NOTHING was sold!! The hall was packed.
Then I found out the sale had netted over $750. Sales after church changed the total to right at $950. Yikes! What on earth had been sold, if it appeared that not a dent had been made??
Then the wonderful Whidden family, plus a couple of elves, promptly boxed up the remainder (which, as I keep saying, was a LOT) on Monday and took the bounty to Christian Social Services. Who will then sell that to make even more money for outreach.
Everyone gave a little something. It added up. The whole was greater than the sum of its parts. Though several folks - like the Whiddens - worked hard, there was still an atmosphere of fellowship and fun. If this year was like others in the past, most of us brought junk and stuff to sell, then bought junk and stuff from others to take back home. :-) It's amazing.
The money raised was a nice result. But, of course, that wasn't really what it was about. It's not all about the ending - it's about the journey: folks sharing what they have, lots of chatter and noise in the setting up, strangers wandering into the church for the first time and leaving as new friends, taking what we don't use and passing it on to others who can make use, drinking coffee and sharing stories, holy laughter and helping others with a heavy load, and all done in Love.
Sorta like community.
Sorta like church.