A Church Called Revolution (Part 4 of 4)

For everyone who has been a part of the Revolution community, whether it was for a few months or for decades, I am so very grateful for you.

I have been thinking a lot this week about all the people who had already planted and shaped Revolution before my family ever arrived, some of whose names I know but I’ve never met.

And I’ve been thinking a lot about Westport United Methodist Church, out of and into whom Revolution was born. The many contributions by its generations of members remind me that the story of this faith community lives on.

All of us, across nearly two centuries, in our own imperfect, flawed ways, did our best to show up for our community, to seek God in all the places that God can be found, and to love our neighbor as ourselves. Nobody could have asked more than that.

I hope that wherever your path leads you next, you find people and places and rhythms that bring you healing, help you love your neighbor, spark your creative imagination, and provide you with deep, soul-restoring rest.

I hope you know that I am cheering you on and rooting for you to be able to bring the best of Revolution—the people and inclusivity and curiosity—forward with you. I hope that the hard parts of Revolution’s journey help you to grow in empathy and strengthen your ability to advocate for yourself and others.

I hope that we see each other soon and often. But even if we don’t, I hope you know I’ll always be happy to reconnect with you, even if it’s been months or years. I’ll never think it’s weird or that it’s been too long. I want to hear about your new church, your new job, and the new book you are reading. I would be equally honored to be trusted with your prayer requests and to be trusted with your questions and doubts.

I hope that you know that you are made in the Image of God, and that you are enough, just as you are. More than anything I hope that you know that you are so very, very loved.