Mystery Worship Ten: Redeemer Presbyterian

Note:  this is part of an ongoing series.  Mystery Worship One is here;  Mystery Worship Two is here; Mystery Worship Three is here. Four is here. Five is here. Six is here. Seven is here. Eight is here. Nine is here. For Mystery Worship Ten, I choose Redeemer Presbyterian Church in New York City. This church, begun in 1989 by a group of 15, had recently moved into its first permanent home ever.  About 4500 people worship weekly at Redeemer now–with six different Sunday services. At this link, you will find the history of this church. Multiple greeters in the airy and light reception area welcomed me and directed me…

Reflections Upon Heading Home

My bag is packed, and shortly I’ll head out, flag down a taxi like the best of New Yorkers and head to the airport.  I still have the rest of July for the Sabbatical, and massive amounts of work to put what I’ve written and thought about during these weeks into a coherent form, useful to the church I serve, and perhaps to the church world at large. One last walk in Central Park this morning helped me to see three things. First, I accomplished a great deal on this time away.  I am rested, healthy, filled with the love of family…

The Smell Test

Temperature:  97, humidity, 97. Sweat factor:  100%.   That was yesterday in New York City. I’m here for a few days with an extremely limited wardrobe and of the few clothes I do have, most are for the much cooler weather I enjoyed in London during May and June. I did break down and buy a few things, but without easy access to a washer/dryer, my concern is whether I’ll have something clean to wear on the way home. Last night, as my youngest son, his wife and I sweatingly made our way back to their west side apartment (steamy after an…

Mystery Worship One

From May through July, I shall use part of my Sabbatical to visit various churches and record my experiences there. My first venture was to Apostles Church, on the Upper East Side in New York City.  This choice was easy, as both my NYC sons and families attend there.  They willingly agreed with my walking in alone so I would be noticed as a first time visitor. A fifteen minute stroll from the west side of Central Park to the east side brought us to 85th street and a sandwich sign announcing that a church met within (we were at a private…

NYC Living and Children

Yesterday morning, I left one son’s apartment on the Upper West Side, meandered through Central Park, not really knowing where I’d emerge but figuring that at some point, I’d have to come out on the Upper East Side, and then walked quite a way further east in order to meet my daughter-in-law and the three children at a playground. Construction never ends in NYC. Something is always being built, renovated, moved or changed or something. Sidewalks are blocked, but ways to get around are always created. It is a little boy’s dream world–huge hauling equipment right next to them–and all theirs, free…