I am a do-er, and I want to do something that matters in the world.
I read the headlines, I listen to the news, and I want to fix it all. And for an occasional, brief moment as I watch the horrors flash across my screen, I believe I actually can. I start to imagine how I might go about fixing it: what I would do, where I would start. But it only takes a few moments for the enormity of the world’s challenges to bring my aspirations crashing down. SO many people are hungry, SO many people are afraid, SO many people are hurting. What can I possibly do about it? I am just one person, and I already have a life full of people who need me to keep them fed, and happy, and whole. How can I even think about tackling something so daunting? I can’t, so I stop.
Then I climb into my car and see a blessing bag the youth group assembled sitting on my back seat. A blessing bag is just a ziploc bag full of basic items: snacks, socks, deodorant, toothpaste, and all I have to do is find someone in need to give it to. That bag, I hope, will be a small blessing to the person who receives it. But in that moment, it is a big blessing to me. It reminds me that I don’t have to fix the whole world to do something that matters. It reminds me that Jesus changed lives one person at a time, and so can I. It reminds me that I am part of a church community, a larger body, a wider movement that, when at its best, can bring about great change together. That bag of crackers and tissues reminds me that I am already doing something that matters, and I’m not doing it by myself.
My husband and I have been members of Holy Comforter for fourteen years. The first time we walked through those red doors, we found something at Holy Comforter that was different from all the other places we could spend our time. We found a group of people who were working together to make the world a better place, and they were doing it with such joy and energy that we couldn’t help but to want to be a part of it. We were welcomed in, got involved, and for fourteen years we have worked and played alongside an amazing group of people. Together this congregation has overcome obstacles, tried new things, and grown in numbers, faith, passion, and impact.
As I listened at our Annual Meeting last Sunday to all that is, and to all that it yet to come, I was filled with gratitude for the people of Holy Comforter. Sixty years ago a small group of dedicated and hope-filled people rolled up their sleeves and planted a church in Broomfield. Sixty years later, a few of those same people, plus almost a hundred more, sat together to reflect on all the ways the members of Holy Comforter still roll up their sleeves today. We tend to a campus that hosts and supports multiple outreach ministries and community groups. We care for each other so we can in turn care for those outside our walls. We welcome and learn from those who have different views, or face different challenges than our own. We go out into the community and serve alongside others to improve life for all. I am proud to be a member of Holy Comforter, and I am honored and excited to serve as its next Senior Warden.
As much as I want to, I cannot fix the world by myself. Fortunately I am reminded often that when I add my time, skills, and resources to those of the incredible people at Holy Comforter, we help make a real and lasting impact for others in our world, one person at a time. I think that matters.
Jamie Rumsey, Senior Warden