A sermon preached by Deacon Dave Skidmore.
I have little doubt that a thousand years from now this church will no longer stand. We will not be here, and those who remember us will not be here. (Although, if a wanderer in some far-future desert that was once Washington encounters chunks of stone, I kind of hope it’s those stones over the altar that, nearly indecipherably, spell out, “God is love and he that dwelleth in love, dwelleth in God and God in him.”) But, in the meantime, I do not doubt at all that there are memories yet to be made here. I hope and trust that ten or twenty or thirty years from now, some of us will be here to re-member them. And I know that no matter what the future brings, that not one precious moment we have spent or will spend here is lost to the God who forgets not even one sparrow, and for whom a thousand years is like a watch in the night. For “In Him we live and move and have our being.”