Vision 2014

Seeing what God sees

for our lives together.

St. Matthews
Episcopal Church, Westerville

[And Jesus said] 16 "No one sews a piece of unshrunk cloth on an old cloak, for the patch pulls away from the cloak, and a worse tear is made. 17 Neither is new wine put into old wineskins; otherwise, the skins burst, and the wine is spilled, and the skins are destroyed; but new wine is put into fresh wineskins, and so both are preserved. (Matthew 9)

NEW WINE, NEW WINESKINS

And so it goes for the church. How often has the Church celebrated the gift of new wine, that is, the gift of the fruits of mission and ministry from the Holy Spirit, only to pull out those old wineskins to contain such a blessing? In this attempt to contain a fresh expression of God's new wine, we can be tempted to hold on to old structures because that is what we have always done. Thus, we lose the sweetness and freshness of the fruit for the idolization of cracked containers. Our priorities are lost when we give more honor to wineskin ways than the very wine of extravagant offering. Jesus also tells us to take the time to pay attention to a torn world, broken lives, and lost souls. Don't just throw on any old patch to get rid of the damage. Take the time to pay attention to the existing struggle and surroundings, and repair the breach with a well-prepared patch that honors the broken person and doesn't try to make them fit your repair assumptions. All this to say, it is time to celebrate our new wine and define our new wineskins. It is time to be focused on being repairers of the breach in this world, and be a servant church that takes the time to match our service with the community we serve. So, we pray and work, and we rejoice and celebrate the privilege to be St. Matthew's in Westerville, Ohio. I want all of you who call St. Matthew's home to consider spending a portion of Saturday, February 8 at Procter Episcopal Center in London Ohio, to pray together, contemplate together, and participate in turning our dreams into a focused mission and vision that seeks to place our new wine into new wineskins while we commit ourselves to be positive healing cloth to help mend a hungry community. Will you pray with me: Come, Lord Jesus Christ, and be the Container that holds the fruit of our labor. Give us the courage to define our vision and mission in direct relation to the world that we serve. Give us the steadfast faith and the commitment to prayer and worship that will show us the way. Amen. In Christs adventure,

Father Joseph Kovitch

I Dream A Church
The prophet Joel writes:

23 O children of Zion, be glad and rejoice in the Lord your God; for he has given the early rain for your vindication, he has poured down for you abundant rain, the early and the later rain, as before. 24 The threshing floors shall be full of grain, the vats shall overflow with wine and oil. 25 I will repay you for the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent against you. 26 You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame. 27 You shall know that I am in the midst of Israel, and that I, the Lord, am your God and there is no other. And my people shall never again be put to shame. 28 Then afterward I will pour out my spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions. Dear people of St. Matthews, I believe in self-fulfilling prophesies. I believe in the Church as the Body of Christ in this world. I believe in God, a God who has a dream and a vision for us, a God that neither slumbers nor sleeps. So, let us commit our journey to God. Before we set out on this journey, it is imperative that we have a clear vision, like a guiding star to the wise ones who seek the Christ. We know that we are Episcopal Christians. We know that we are committed to the Westerville area. We know that we have a common prayer, a common faith, a common hope, and a common family. We know that Central College has given us a base camp to begin our planning. These are our provisions as we set out into 2014 and embrace the adventure of what God has in store. First a dream, then a vision, followed by a mission, objectives then materialize, and our destination becomes clear. This is an organic process, because as we grow together and become stronger as a church, we are planning and anticipating Gods leading. We know what point A is, and as we get to know what point B is, we will embrace the path between the two. I believe in you as a Church because I have come to appreciate the quality of your faith, hope, and love. Your greatest attribute is the love that has held you together, and it is that same love that will see you through to the next chapter. So, I invite each and every one of you to join me in prayer and action as we enter a brave new year. In Christs adventure,

Father Joseph Kovitch

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Table of Contents
New Wine and New Wineskins .............................................

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I Dream a Church ...................................................................

~Thoughts from Fr. Joseph Vision Overview ............................................................................ Stewardship Moments ...............................................................
~ Thoughts from the people of St. Matthews

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Barbara Kintz ................................................................................. Rebecca Wright ............................................................................ Eleanor Savors .............................................................................. Harold Patrick ............................................................................... Four Stories ...................................................................................... The Three Questions .................................................................. Christmas........................................................................................ The Monk and the Three Sutras ............................................. Hillel and the Golden Rule ........................................................ Our Stories: I Dream a Church .................................................
~ Thoughts from the people of St. Matthews

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The Way Forward ..........................................................................

~ Thoughts from the Way Forward Team

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Overview
Stewardship Moments
Thoughts from four of the people of St. Matthews on stewardship, their journeys with God, and their experiences as part of St. Matthews Episcopal Church.

Four Stories
Four stories from four story-tellers who present ancient future wisdom from their unique cultural perspectives.

I Dream a Church
Fifteen dreams from the people of St. Matthews about their vision and hopes for St. Matthews in the year to come.

Stewardship Moments

Betsy Kintz

My faith journey started 72 years ago, I am a cradle Episcopalian, born in November of 1941, a month before the Dec. 7th start of World War II. My Father's parents, sisters & brother in-law all lived in NC and very much wanted to meet the newest addition to the Blackburn family. My first visit to NC introduced me not only to my Blackburn relatives but also to the Episcopal Church. My Grandfather had been orphaned at the age of six and was put into the Episcopal Orphanage of the Good Shepherd in Louisville, KY. As my Father explained to my Mother after they were married, the Episcopal Church was both father and mother to my Grandfather. It was during this visit that I was baptized in St. Timothy's Episcopal Church in Wilson, NC, and became Christ's own forever. In 1949, we moved from Jackson, OH to Clintonville where St. Stephens Episcopal Church was just being built on Woodruff Ave. Once the building was finished we started attending St. Stephens. My siblings and I sang in the children's choir, attended Sunday school, and my brothers also served as Acolytes. In 1952, my family moved to Westerville but because there was no Episcopal Church in Westerville, we continued to drive to Columbus to attend services at St. Stephen's. My confirmation to the Episcopal Church will always remain special for me as my Mother was confirmed at the same time. I was so moved by the service and the Bishop when he made the sign of the cross on my forehead that I didn't wash my forehead for two days! Eventually, the Diocesan Mission in Westerville, accepted on May 5, 1961, became St. Matthews Episcopal Church in Westerville, OH. I was married in St. Matthew's and all three of my children were baptized here as well as three of my ten grandchildren. One of my children was confirmed by the Bishop at St. Matthew s. Eight years ago, when I found out that I had breast cancer, my support group became my Adult Bible Study at St. Matthews. Marsha Adkins and those dear friends walked with me through a very rough time. As I look back, I think one of the greatest gifts for me from my parents and grandparents was to give me the opportunity to learn about God and to understand my faith. Both Mom and Dad taught my siblings and me how important it is to give 10% of what we have to the church, whether money or time. My Father always said the church has bills to pay too, and needs to know what can be counted on for the church treasury. For 52 years, I have been a member of the Community of St. Matthew's. When I look at the gifts this congregation has been given, I am just overwhelmed with gratitude. 2

Stewardship Moments

Rebecca Wright

As a mother of triplets, I have often been asked how I managed to care for 3 babies at once. Often I explain that their father was very helpful and my mother lived with us for the first 6 months. Other times I recall the huge blessing that being in the N.I.C.U. for 2 months turned out to be because of the regular feeding schedule. However there were still moments when I was completely overwhelmed and remember dropping to my knees, crying out to God, Please help! One of the ways God answered that prayer was by the presence of Lucille and Collette in my life, two wonderful ladies from our church at the time who took it upon themselves to come to our house 2-3 times a week for several years. They both loved babies and with Gods love in their hearts, they held, played with, and later taught the boys while I cleaned bathrooms and worked on mountains of laundry. I feel so indebted to their ministry still today. While I can never repay Lucille and Collette for all they did, I have always known that someday God would call on me to do my part for the church. Through the years our family grew, there were many trials and tribulations as our family evolved into what some could call an enigma today. During different seasons of our life as a family, we found ourselves searching for a church home that we could all agree on, one that we knew would fit our family best. My desire was to go somewhere that was inclusive and welcoming, a place where I felt God wanted me to be. During our search we visited St. Matthews several times and witnessed the process it went through as it too evolved. I watched from the sidelines as a wonderful group of people gave enormously of their time and talents for St. Matthews. Though I too tried to find a way to help, I could still sense the burdens that some were feeling as they attempted to find a way to keep St. Matthews former building. Today I realize that the ministries of those older members of St. Matthews are why many of the newer members are here today. We continue to share in the goal of growing and spreading the love and inclusiveness of Christ that St. Matthews and the Episcopal Church has always strived to achieve. As St. Matthews continues to evolve, there are ministries in need of peoples time and talents. I am a member of the vestry with the emphasis on Communications. I am involved with the Treasury operations of the church and with Nadya Richardson, am putting together a finance committee. Another area in need is our Sunday School program. We are attempting to create a meaningful experience for all of the children while making it into something that anyone could easily step into and serve our children. I am so blessed to not only have my family but to be able to finally give back for all of the blessings I have been given and for the prayers that were answered. In response, I just do what God leads me to do because I know that is what Lucille and Collette would have wanted me to do in gratitude to them for the calling they pursued so lovingly.
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Stewardship Moments

Eleanor Savors

Hi Im Eleanor and Im 12. Youre probably wondering what a 12-year-old is going to tell you about their faith journey. Which is a really good question because Im wondering too. I mean, Im 12. So I decided to follow my Moms advice which is ALWAYS a good idea at our house and do like I was doing an essay for school named What St. Matts means to me, so here it is. St. Matthews means a lot to me really. My familys been going here since as long as I can remember. And for all of that time, my family has been involved in the church. The first things I learned about our church and God and Jesus I learned at the Catakesis classes, where my big sister Rebecca was one of the teachers. Meanwhile, my dad used to do the weekly PowerPoints and a lot of Sundays he d run the computer and sound system. Now he helps with the wine at the Eucharist when they need him. My Mom was on the Vestry for a couple of years. And Dad used to be one of the delegates for St. Matthews to the dioceses convention. Now Mom is doing that and she works with one of the dioceses committees that gives out money. I guess what Ive picked up from this is that you dont just give money to the church, you give what you can from the things you know how to do. I mean Dad does PowerPoints at work and Mom gives out money at her job its not brain surgery for them, it just kind of fits, you know. I guess thats why I like to do readings for the church reading is my favorite thing to do, so why not read out loud here? I did want to talk about a time that was really important for us and where the church was a lot of help. This was in the summer of 2012. Most of you know that Dad had what is known as a sudden cardiac arrest. For several days, we werent sure what was going to happen, or, if he did live, what kind of shape he was going to be in. During that time, folks from the church were there for us. Prayers, emails, visits, Rev. Jennifer visiting us at the hospital all these things meant so much to us at a really tough timeI dont think I can really tell you how good it made us feel. What it made me understand is that church isn t just a couple of hours out of the house on Sunday morning, church is a bunch of people who care. So thats really all I wanted to say. Dad says Im supposed to say something weird like Give early and give often, but Im not. Instead, Im just going to say, Thank you for listening!

Stewardship Moments
What does Jesus Christ mean to me? What does St. Matthews mean to me? What does Westerville mean to me?

Harold Patrick

I was challenged as I prepared for what I would say today by 3 (theres that number again!!!) questions that Father Joseph posed to me:

I could try to tell you what Jesus Christ means to me using words, but I firmly believe, and the Bible clearly states that, faith without works is dead; which is to say that if Jesus Christ really means anything to me, then it should be obvious in how I have lived and continue to live my life. I am a cradle Episcopalian. I was raised in St. Andrews Episcopal Church in Evanston, IL. All five of the Patrick boys were acolytes and in high school my goal, finally achieved, was to be thurifer, which was then the Episcopal equivalent to captain of the football team! My father was a long time member of the Vestry and served as both Junior and Senior Warden. We lived a block away from church and it was a central part of my upbringing. Walking home singing Christmas carols after Midnight Mass is still something that I would really like to do. Since college I have always been a member of some Episcopal church; in Hartford, CT; back in Evanston; Philadelphia, PA; Los Angeles, CA; Memphis, TN; Birmingham, AL; Chattanooga, TN; Atlanta, GA; and Indianapolis, IN. In LA, I served on the Vestry at Christ the Good Shepherd Church (initially under Fr. Kenneth Higginbotham; who used to serve here in Columbus and whose family has a long association with Nadya Richardson). I also served on the Bishop s Commission on Black Ministries in the only Diocese in the country (probably in the world) to have a Bishop who is a former NFL player. Cherie and I were married at St. Matthews in 2005; she was living here and not an Episcopalian and I was back and forth between Memphis and LA. We wanted to be married in an Episcopal church. We have never stopped valuing the love that we felt at St. Matthew s from our very first visit. When we moved back last summer there was no doubt about what church we would call home; it is not the closest one in terms of distance but that is a small price to pay to be home with family. Here in St. Matthews, I have been privileged to serve as Co-Chair of PIMIL, a member of the Vestry, a member of the Mens Group, as a Lector, as an Usher, as a Chalicist, and I have relationships with many people here with whom I truly enjoy spending time both inside & outside of church. All that said though, I get the most joy from our young people at St. Matthew s. I love seeing them grow and develop and thank God for that privilege and for any part that I can play in them becoming the people that God intends. And I give particular thanks to Seidu and Jules and Rebecca, Tom, and Bryan for the special role they have allowed both Cherie and me to play in the lives of their children. I dont know if I will be crying when I say that part but I am while writing it so it should be plain that this is where my heart isand so Cherie and I prayerfully, thoughtfully, and cheerfully tithe and financially contribute to St. Matthew s; for as it is written in Matthew 6:21: Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. 5

Three Questions
By Leo Tolstoy

It once occurred to a certain king, that if he always knew the right time to begin everything; if he knew who were the right people to listen to, and whom to avoid; and, above all, if he always knew what was the most important thing to do, he would never fail in anything he might undertake. And this thought having occurred to him, he had it proclaimed throughout his kingdom that he would give a great reward to anyone who would teach him what was the right time for every action, and who were the most necessary people, and how he might know what was the most important thing to do. And learned men came to the King, but they all answered his questions differently. In reply to the first question, some said that to know the right time for every action, one must draw up in advance, a table of days, months and years, and must live strictly according to it. Only thus, said they, could everything be done at its proper time. Others declared that it was impossible to decide beforehand the right time for every action; but that, not letting oneself be absorbed in idle pastimes, one should always attend to all that was going on, and then do what was most needful. Others, again, said that however attentive the King might be to what was going on, it was impossible for one man to decide correctly the right time for every action, but that he should have a Council of wise men, who would help him to fix the proper time for everything. But then again others said there were some things which could not wait to be laid before a Council, but about which one had at once to decide whether to undertake them or not. But in order to decide that, one must know beforehand what was going to

happen. It is only magicians who know that; and, therefore, in order to know the right time for every action, one must consult magicians. Equally various were the answers to the second question. Some said, the people the King most needed were his councilors; others, the priests; others, the doctors; while some said the warriors were the most necessary. To the third question, as to what was the most important occupation: some replied that the most important thing in the world was science. Others said it was skill in warfare; and others, again, that it was religious worship. All the answers being different, the King agreed with none of them, and gave the reward to none. But still wishing to find the right answers to his questions, he decided to consult a hermit, widely renowned for his wisdom. The hermit lived in a wood which he never quitted, and he received none but common folk. So the King put on simple clothes, and before reaching the hermit's cell dismounted from his horse, and, leaving his body-guard behind, went on alone. When the King approached, the hermit was digging the ground in front of his hut. Seeing the King, he greeted him and went on digging. The hermit was frail and weak, and each time he stuck his spade into the ground and turned a little earth, he breathed heavily. The King went up to him and said: "I have come to you, wise hermit, to ask you to answer three questions: How can I learn to do the right thing at the right time? Who are the people I most need, and to whom should I, therefore, pay more attention than to the rest? And, what affairs are the most important, and need my first attention?" The hermit listened to the King, but answered nothing. He just spat on his hand and recommenced digging. "You are tired," said the King, "let me take the spade and work awhile for you." "Thank you!" said the hermit, and, giving the spade to the King, he sat down on the ground. When he had dug two beds, the King stopped and repeated his questions. The hermit again gave no answer, but rose, stretched out his hand for the spade, and said:

"Now rest awhile-and let me work a bit." But the King did not give him the spade, and continued to dig. One hour passed, and another. The sun began to sink behind the trees, and the King at last stuck the spade into the ground, and said: "I came to you, wise man, for an answer to my questions. If you can give me none, tell me so, and I will return home." "Here comes someone running," said the hermit, "let us see who it is." The King turned round, and saw a bearded man come running out of the wood. The man held his hands pressed against his stomach, and blood was flowing from under them. When he reached the King, he fell fainting on the ground moaning feebly. The King and the hermit unfastened the man's clothing. There was a large wound in his stomach. The King washed it as best he could, and bandaged it with his handkerchief and with a towel the hermit had. But the blood would not stop flowing, and the King again and again removed the bandage soaked with warm blood, and washed and rebandaged the wound. When at last the blood ceased flowing, the man revived and asked for something to drink. The King brought fresh water and gave it to him. Meanwhile the sun had set, and it had become cool. So the King, with the hermit's help, carried the wounded man into the hut and laid him on the bed. Lying on the bed the man closed his eyes and was quiet; but the King was so tired with his walk and with the work he had done, that he crouched down on the threshold, and also fell asleep--so soundly that he slept all through the short summer night. When he awoke in the morning, it was long before he could remember where he was, or who was the strange bearded man lying on the bed and gazing intently at him with shining eyes. "Forgive me!" said the bearded man in a weak voice, when he saw that the King was awake and was looking at him. "I do not know you, and have nothing to forgive you for," said the King. "You do not know me, but I know you. I am that enemy of yours who swore to revenge himself on you, because you executed his brother and seized his property. I knew you had gone alone to see the hermit, and I resolved to kill you on your way back. But the day passed and you did not return. So I came out from my ambush to find you, and I came upon your bodyguard, and they recognized me, and wounded me. I escaped from them, but should have bled to death had you not dressed my

wound. I wished to kill you, and you have saved my life. Now, if I live, and if you wish it, I will serve you as your most faithful slave, and will bid my sons do the same. Forgive me!" The King was very glad to have made peace with his enemy so easily, and to have gained him for a friend, and he not only forgave him, but said he would send his servants and his own physician to attend him, and promised to restore his property. Having taken leave of the wounded man, the King went out into the porch and looked around for the hermit. Before going away he wished once more to beg an answer to the questions he had put. The hermit was outside, on his knees, sowing seeds in the beds that had been dug the day before. The King approached him, and said: "For the last time, I pray you to answer my questions, wise man." "You have already been answered!" said the hermit, still crouching on his thin legs, and looking up at the King, who stood before him. "How answered? What do you mean?" asked the King. Do you not see," replied the hermit. "If you had not pitied my weakness yesterday, and had not dug those beds for me, but had gone your way, that man would have attacked you, and you would have repented of not having stayed with me. So the most important time was when you were digging the beds; and I was the most important man; and to do me good was your most important business. Afterwards when that man ran to us, the most important time was when you were attending to him, for if you had not bound up his wounds he would have died without having made peace with you. So he was the most important man, and what you did for him was your most important business. Remember then: there is only one time that is importantNow! It is the most important time because it is the only time when we have any power. The most necessary man is he with whom you are with, for no man knows whether he will ever have dealings with anyone else. And the most important affair is to do him good, because for that purpose alone was man sent into this life!"

Christmas
Christmas begins in darkness. Perhaps it is less frightening this way. It is better that we're sleeping when the world alters, first principles change. The force that has not moved since passing through Night over water now moves again. God lives among us now. Corpses twitch in root-filled earth. Angels sing, but songs that are, from here, like shrieking: like eels, Like bats in a silent blare of light. Ghosts flicker. In. Out. Faster and faster, not knowing why they are called, or what calls them.

What happened when all the worlds tilted and slipped as this enormous weight, the balance of planets, shifted and bent
and broke through to bones to sound, to morning coming, to turning and tides and the pull to ground? How unaccustomed to it It is! And when It comes, it is night and animals speak in human voices. Dumb things hum, and shiver, and glow.

Laws ordained forever pour brokenly through space. That which has always been true is not. That which was always apart from us, is with us, is us.
One rule violated, violates them all. Maybe from tonight, or just for tonight, or for thirty years, all beings will walk on water, rise from graves, be born, the skies opening on a clear midnight.

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The Monk and the Three Scriptures

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Hillel and the Golden Rule

Once there was a Gentile who came before Shammai and said to him, Convert me on the condition that you teach me the whole Torah while I stand on one foot. Shammai pushed him aside with the measuring stick he was holding.
The same fellow came before Hillel, and Hillel converted him saying, That which is despicable to you, do not do to your fellow; this is the whole Torah, and the rest is commentary. Go and learn it.

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I dream a church of many people.

I dream a church where our current members can continue our journey of strong faith in God and to St. Matthews, where we can continue to serve the Westerville community, continue to grow stronger and increase the membership of those who call St. Matthews home, where we can put into place a 3-5 year plan for funding and acquiring a place of our own. Even though a building does not define a church, we need a home of our own. I dream a church where, in the upcoming years, St. Matthews can grow. Having more people at the services would be good. I would also like the choir to grow and to have people serve as torch-bearers/crucifers more often, not just on holidays. I would like to see the Childrens program expand.

I dream a church of passion and excitement. We are a city of passionate Buckeye fans, not ashamed of or quiet about our support for and loyalty to our beloved football team. As Mother Abby showed during the entrance hymn of Go Tell it on the Mountain by dancing and clapping, we should have this same passion and excitement about our savior and our church. What are we scared of? What can we do as a group to facilitate this and grow it? We are not ashamed to let complete strangers know of our Buckeye-ness, yet we are quiet about our faith. I dream of a church that is passionate.
I dream of a church that is concentrated on strengthening rather than growing.

When the roots are stronger, the branches can grow. We need to decide on a mission for the group we have and strengthen that mission, through organization. Once we are more organized and our roots are strengthened, then we should reach out for growth. Our current Youth Group could become our Sunday School leaders. We should set up committees to put together our missions and celebrations.

I dream a church that will have more outreach for Westerville, a church with more support groups and connections to support networks for the needs of the people of Westerville and St. Matthews: people caring for their parents and families with needs; people who are out of work; people with mental issues. I dream a church that is focused on the needs of people. I dream a church with momentum, a church that is grounded. I dream a church that ministers with ease, stability, and grace.

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I dream a church that is joined by more families in 2014. Let us search for ways to engage the families of our community and to introduce our church home to them 10 new families would be a reasonable goal. This would be a beginning step and I believe would start an inspirational snowball effect, filling our space and starting to bring more income to St. Matthews. The end goal would be to do enough to get out of the survival mindset and go about the business of thriving. Let us get to the point where our worries are off us and are focused on others, helping others by demonstrating Gods love to all.
While this great gift to St. Matthews from CCP or worship, office and classroom space is appreciated, we should not rest. We need to do more. I dream a church with dedicated classrooms and facilities that make it possible to fulfill, more fully, our ministry and mission.

I dream a church that is filled with joy and laughter, filled with song a choir whose melody and harmony permeates our soul. I dream a church whose congregation has multiplied fourfold, a church with stained glass windows and cathedral ceilings, a church who reaches out to the community in service and events to make people aware of our existence, whose sermons inspire and teach us for each new week. I dream a church with kneelers to pray, traditions of old, incense to burn, bells that chime.

I dream a church with a growing congregation, with good programs for youth of all ages, doing strongly-focused community ministry.
I dream a church where small children are welcome & accommodated with nursery care and early childhood training, and where all of our activities: worship, fellowship, Christian education, adult study groups, etc., will be in one building (including bathrooms), thereby welcoming all to share in our journey to follow Jesus. I dream a church that becomes a significant blessing to the community of Westerville.
I dream a church that is a gathering of many into one body whose love and joy is evident. This is a place (not necessarily a location) in which people are supported in mind, body and spirit to seek union with the Divine Life, through Christ, and with all beings, which is the true self, and through this union become a force for peace and justice in the world. A church, that through mindfulness and contemplation of the stories and truths of our tradition while learning the stories and truths of other traditions, can fully realize ourselves and our place in and union with the universe. And only then will our actions in the world speak truly of love and joy. A church that is not driven by fear, which shows itself through too much concern with doctrine or behavior, but driven by the love and joy within us, that will not seek to judge but to transform, not to 'stand for or against' but to 'be with'.

I dream a church that is Christ-centered and Spirit-led in Jesus mission at St. Matthews, locally, and beyond.
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The journey, together.

The best is yet to come

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What are your dreams and visions for St. Matthews?

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Vision 2014
for our lives together.

St. Matthews
Episcopal Church, Westerville