Recently I attended a Sunday evening Catholic folk mass. It was like stepping back in time and enjoying a “peace” of my history. The stained glass of the windows. The robes of the priest and alter boys. The bells ringing during communion. The guitar player strumming chords. The smell of beeswax candles. The words of the Apostolic Creed. Kneeling. Standing. Bowing my head in prayer. All my senses reassured me I was practicing the faith of my childhood. Though it was not a special service of any kind, it was a comforting time of worship for me. I discovered what was routine, as a child has grown into something very deep and special as an adult.
I was raised in the Catholic faith till I was sixteen. Then I attended Lutheran services for many years. These days I go to a Covenant church. God is an everyday part of my life. But the way I meet and worship Him on the Sabbath day has changed over the years. I was delighted to attend Mass last week while my sister was in town visiting. It was comforting to hear the words from my childhood, to feel the mass unfolding around me, and to know exactly what to do and say. I realized the ritual of the mass is ingrained in my heart. I thank my parents for that gift. Though I now practice my faith with a different denomination, I have not departed from the ways implanted when I was young: a faith in God as the Savior of my life.
It may be that as you are reading an Amish website like this one you are longing for faith traditions you did not grow up with. A new faith can blossom at any time. We are all children of God. And He longs for each of us to find our way home to Him. I am not Amish, yet I know I believe in the same God the Amish worship. My expression of faith is just different than theirs. My faith began as a gift from my parents when they began to tell me the Good News. And it has blossomed as I’ve grown to adulthood.
My faith has changed and been tested through my lifetime. Yet I still cling to it. Do you have faith traditions you lean into? Are they long forgotten, changed over time or as fresh as this very moment?