Welcoming the Newcomer: Part 3

I started going to yoga on Thursday’s and learned more about the church from some participants in the class. I finally started attending services. I sit by a window on Sundays, in this peaceful environment enhanced by the inspiring music, ending my week with a calming peace and starting my week with a replenished spirit.

--Jean McInerney, Membership co-Chair

For many years I was searching for a worship community I could relate to. I signed up for the First Unitarian’s email newsletter and would read it regularly, impressed by all the church does. But after months (actually, if counted, it was years), I decided since I wasn’t attending, I removed myself from the list. At somepoint I was back on the email list. I later found out it was some IT change on First Unitarian’s end. This time I did not remove myself, but I was still not attending Sunday service.

I started going to yoga on Thursday’s and learned more about the church from some participants in the class. I finally started attending services. During the Fellowship Hour, I was welcomed and invited to attend the Sisterhood events. I went to Ferry Beach, attended some Circle Suppers. I became involved and offered to help where and when I could.

I sit by a window on Sundays, in this peaceful environment enhanced by the inspiring music, ending my week with a calming peace and starting my week with a replenished spirit.

As our welcome to our worship service words read “We hope it will touch your heart, engage your mind, and inspire your soul.” It has.

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