It’s the touch and whisper of the Lord:
‘Come on in, child — you are always welcome.’
Being asked why I’m a member of Swift, my thoughts ran deep.
Was it because while living in Florida our summers were spent going to Bible school at the little church? Chick being our teacher made it fun every year.
Was it because my grandmother played the piano all those years in the little church, singing along every word?
Was it because the Easter egg hunts were the best in the open fields around the church?
Could it have been when Ms. [Therese] Roberts always let us run down to the creek after church?
Around 40 years ago when we joined the church and were baptized in this small church, I became a spouse in this church and two of my children were baptized in the small church. My roots run deep and branched into the new church with my baby girl being the first baptized in it. My great-aunt Mysie Rockstall was the first in this small church.
So many fond memories of weddings, and too many memories of those to whom I’ve said goodbye in this church, my dad being the hardest.
Really it could be because my mother still attends along with many other family and friends. That I have grown up here, not always being the best at attending, but my heart was always here, and the Lord knew. The service is always a lesson to be learned and pondered throughout the week.
But the true reason I belong to Swift Presbyterian is the feeling I get when I come down that drive. My thoughts of my busy week are forgotten, the weight on my shoulders is lifted, and a calmness covers me like no other. My heart is good. I am home and I feel the touch of Our Lord and him whispering:
“Come on in, child — you are always welcome.”
My grandmother Thelma Kaechele always reminded me of Matthew 18:20: “For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”
— Becky Underwood