This past weekend around thirty Left Handers attended our very first church retreat in Estes Park. I don’t know about you but church retreats, particularly women’s retreats conjure up all kinds of memories. Some wonderful, some that need to be forgotten. Crafts anyone?
This past weekend around thirty Left Handers attended our very first church retreat in Estes Park. I don’t know about you but church retreats, particularly women’s retreats conjure up all kinds of memories - some wonderful, some that need to be forgotten. Crafts anyone?
But this retreat was different. Sarah Clark and Christy Estoll handled all the arrangements. Paula and I didn’t know what to do with ourselves, but don’t worry, we figured it out.
What an incredible experience to start a church and just one year later witness the transformation of lives and relationships. During our Kintsugi experience led by the brilliant Lanecia Rouse Tinsley, we painted bowls - the inside representing our interior life and the outside what the world sees. Once our paint was dry we broke our bowls. Some of us were shall I say more aggressive than others. When the time came time to glue our pieces using gold epoxy, well, some of us had a tougher go of it than others. I am not speaking from experience. I mean, yes I am.
I took time in the midst of my shattered pieces and personal frustration to peruse the room. Each person bent over their unique bowl in varying states of their own personal frustration and peace. The room overflowing with laughter, deep conversation, and patient friends assisting the desperate - a true picture of heaven on earth.
The following morning came a little too fast for some of us. After a late night of games and couch piles and laughing until crying and fitful sleep, we consumed a delicious breakfast prepared by Peter Clark and practiced yoga.
Settled upon our mats, Sarah guided us on a tour of our bodies, grounding us back to the earth. Once again I experienced a moment of heaven on earth. Breathing, moving, being. Together.
We have a good church, friends. In past churches, the metrics of a successful church had a lot to do with numbers. If I learned anything at our retreat, I learned that a healthy church is not built by bodies in pews. A healthy church is built by a collection of good and kindhearted people intent upon relationship with one another and with their own bodies.
Thank you Sarah and Christy. You knocked this one out of the park. Next on the docket - camping!
**The picture is a comparison of Eric’s and my bowls. Mine still doesn’t fit together.