Welcome to Divinity Lutheran Church

I want to tell you about Leona. If anyone lived up to the Lutheran standard, and perhaps even the stereotype of being a Lutheran, that we have carefully lived out over the generations of worships and Bible studies and circle groups and potlucks and late night council meetings with some stubbornness and passion and joy and not-so-eager to change but love of Jesus and hymns and Scripture and grace and faith sustained by coffee and casserole dishes; if anyone encapsulated Lutheran, it was Leona. By the time I came around, she was into her 90s, having lived through her fair share of Sunday morning worshiping, and plenty of other activities during the week in the fellowship hall and numerous other rooms in her second home of sorts in the church building that was only a few miles from the place where she raised her family. But, by the time I came around, she could no longer get behind the wheel of her Buick sedan. And so I would always meet her in the kitchen, where, of course, everything had its place. And, yes, all those things had their exact same place every time. She was a German Lutheran through and through, to be sure....