The Plan
46Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts,
Congrats to Pete Smith for his "win" at last Saturday's Holy Smokes fundraiser for Flatirons Habitat for Humanity! Of course, the real winners are those whose dreams of homeownership will be assisted by the over $3,500 raised at the event. But Pete and his team* get bragging rights for having gotten the most tips for their "Vote for Me, I Cry Easily Meatballs." 

(All photos: David R. Jennings for the Broomfield Enterprise)
When Jenn and I first started to visit BUMC (over 3 years ago) I was starting to climb out of a very low point of my spiritual journey.
After being very active at my "home" Lutheran church in Minnesota, I had not found a church home during my college years, and other than some extended visits back with my parents, I had spiritually "dried up" and it was not an easy thing to get back on track with.
Every Sunday morning I pretty much looked for a reason or excuse not to go to church, even though Jenn and I had agreed that it was time to find a Colorado church home. We tried three different Lutheran churches but none of them felt right to us, either they were too Catholic, too unfriendly, or something else. Now growing up I was always into traditional worship. I couldn't imagine becoming a regular attendee of a contemporary service. However, the first time we came to a 9:45am service at BUMC and heard the music—I was like, "Wow, this is really cool!" I think that Sunday the third song of opening music was David Crowder's "You Alone" and I just remember feeling torn down to the core and thinking how grateful I am just to be alive...and how good it feels just to be alive. I consider Carbon Leaf's "Let your troubles roll by" (track 9 on the album) to be a very spiritual song for me, especially when in the last verse he sings "So pay no mind, my sorrow is fine, the day is alive and that's why I cry."
Getting the chance to work so closely with the music program at BUMC has been a true blessing for me. The people that I've met are like family. I feel we can share anything that's on our mind, be it a prayer concern or just a funny joke. I wanted to say thanks for giving me the opportunities that I've had the chance to share in. Even a bad day working with the music worship team is better than most people's good days in my book.
Now, rather than looking for an excuse not to go to church, it's exciting for me every Sunday to be at BUMC. Even if we're tired and had a long Saturday night of fellowship with friends, I'm thrilled to get to church and see my Colorado "family" at BUMC.
Kyle
In his sermon that day, Pastor Ken talked about the idea of community and what it would look like if the BUMC community truly reflected our larger community. He challenged the congregation to meditate on how BUMC can, without an agenda, open our hearts and doors so that perhaps the English Language Learners currently using our classrooms during the week would feel comfortable coming to worship on Sunday, or so that maybe the working poor of Broomfield would not feel disenfranchised by the sight of nice cars in our parking lots and would know that there is a place at the table for them here.
Due in part to the fact that I got to hear the sermon twice, I was thinking about the idea of community in the context of BUMC as well as in the context of the group of women I was sitting with. I feel truly blessed to have found such a wonderful small community in Safonia, a group of women with whom I love singing and spending time. They threw me a great baby shower that included the typical "what's in the diaper" games and ended with a few rounds of Wii. While as a group we may look rather homogenous (read: white women), we come to Safonia from different backgrounds and experiences: some of us are Christian, some of us are non-practicing, and some of us are of different religions; some of us are gay, and some of us are straight; some of us have partners and families of our own, and some of us are single. We all have strong opinions on the music we sing, with each piece having its defenders and detractors. But how we function as a community is never in doubt, most recently put into practice when we sang at the funeral services of a beloved member, Diane, who, before she died after a lengthy battle with cancer, specified which pieces she wanted us to sing.The Gate of the Year (music by Eleanor Daley, text by Minnie Louise Haskins)