06/08/2026
Today, First Presbyterian Church of Cadillac left the building.
After gathering for a brief worship service and celebrating Communion together, 75 of us scattered across our community to serve. Some landscaped at Healing Private Wounds. Others painted at Habitat for Humanity. Volunteers cleaned up grounds at OASIS, our local domestic violence shelter. Children, parents, and grandparents worked together at the Wexford County Historical Museum. Our youth built a prayer wall and mural. Some members visited residents in assisted living communities. Others prepared and served lunch for those experiencing homelessness.
It was a beautiful day of putting our faith into action.
When Jesus spoke of serving "the least of these" in Matthew 25, he reminded us that faith is not confined to a sanctuary. Worship continues wherever love is shared, dignity is honored, and neighbors are cared for.
At the last minute, a few of us added one more project.
We crossed the street.
Four of us joined our neighbors at the Congregational church for their Pride service. In recent weeks, much has been said about that service. Some of it has been thoughtful. Much of it has been hurtful. The loudest voices have often been those seeking to draw lines between who belongs and who does not.
What we found instead was a community gathered to worship God.
During a time of sharing joys and concerns, one woman stood and spoke. She described how lonely and discouraging the current political climate has felt. She spoke of the division, the hostility, and the hatred that seem to surround so many conversations today. Then, with emotion in her voice, she shared that this day had given her hope.
Hope.
Not because everyone agreed.
Not because all differences disappeared.
But because she experienced a community where she was welcomed, valued, and reminded that she was not alone.
I found her testimony deeply moving.
As Christians, we often talk about being the hands and feet of Christ. Sometimes that means painting a home, pulling weeds, building a prayer wall, or serving a meal. Sometimes it means sitting beside someone and helping them know that they are loved.
Today, we did all of those things.
And in doing so, I was reminded once again of a truth I try never to forget:
You will never look into the eyes of someone God does not love.
Today, the Church left the building.
And in more ways than one, we discovered that God was already at work waiting for us when we got there.