Because we lived and traveled in our RV, we had the opportunity to attend lots of different churches. On Laughlin Air Force Base, we had an astonishing experience.
Back home in Alabama, my husband and I attended a local Baptist church, which we loved. We had tons of friends there, loved the pastor’s messages, and felt comfortable with the style of worship. We always left feeling as if we’d met with the Lord that day.
So, when we attended the chapel on post, we weren’t sure what we were in for. The chapel was framed with stunning, stained-glass windows, giving a formal feel, but the worship team reminded us of our music leaders back home. But when the pastor walked to the podium sporting a clerical collar, I did a double-take. I wasn’t used to seeing a clerical collar in church.
The worship team sang all the old tunes we were used to and people even lifted hands of praise to the Lord, like in our home church. Including the pastor with the clerical collar.
At the end of the service, any who wanted to join with others for communion were invited to gather round the altar. Now the pastor had changed to a long white robe with gold tassels, and the participants read from a printed order of service. It reminded me of the Episcopal church I attended with my aunt in high school.
The communion involved little wafers and a chalice of wine, again different than my Baptist church back home. But participants gave us warm smiles as we left, and the chaplain offered a hearty handshake.
Though not my home church, the service blessed me with God’s spirit, God’s people, and the opportunity to worship and listen to the Word. When my husband and I got into the car, the thought hit me. When we get to heaven, there will be no denominations.
“So, in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others.” Romans 12:5