Sunday, September 27, 2009
Hello again! Thanks for coming out to my party. I made a lot of new friends and it was good to hang out with some old ones too. Sorry we ran out of food, especially the guacamole, Ane.
I know a lot of folks don't post on Sundays. I'm not exactly sure when or how often I'll be posting. Could be once a day or a few times a week. It'll make things interesting for you.
Today, since it is Sunday, I'd like to talk about church.
What does the word mean to you? Not what it's 'supposed' to mean, what you've been taught to believe it means, but what does it really mean? First things first, lets take the gloves off. This is not a 'my church is better than your church' discussion, nor is it meant to be an opportunity to bash your church.
I'm just curious.
I think man has so many different concepts of this idea of church that I have to wonder if anyone is getting it right, and how do we know what right is anyway?
If you don't go to church, don't worry, you can still join in. I am interested in whatever anyone has to say, but of course I'm going to delete anything that could be offensive to anyone.
I had the unfortunate privilege of attending a proper British boarding school for a few years of my life. Every Sunday we'd put on our hideous school dresses and walk down a winding country road, through a quaint little village and into the doors of a building very much like the one in the picture. I didn't understand much of the service even though I'd attended church all my life. But I do remember that sometimes sitting in that place reminded me of home. I'd have to blink back tears or the floodgates would open. It was so easy to think about my parents and my dogs, and my friends I missed, and long to be with them. Now I wonder whether that longing was for something else entirely.
I know some will say God is everywhere, you don't have to go to a building on a particular day and time to find Him. This is true. I could stay right here at my kitchen table this morning, take in the beauty of the ocean before me, and worship. God and I could have a sweet old time. I wouldn't even have to get out of my pajamas.
So why the alternative?
I've always wanted church to be about community. I believe it should be a place where one comes to share faith, worship together, BUT also lay our lives down for one another. I don't believe church is about doing duty, putting in the required time and living like you've never heard of God the rest of the week.
I can tell you my story at the rest of sharing more than you might want to know about me. Here's your chance to exit the blog if you want, or stick around. Maybe I'll learn something from you.
I've been in a few churches in my lifetime and I'm not sure I fit in any of them. I can't pinpoint the exact reason, not really. I guess I'm in the process of searching, learning, growing, and waiting.
I want so much more.
I'm impatient. Tired of the status quo and rebelling against the fact that I have to settle for it.
And then there's the guilt that comes along afterward, pointing fingers my way and telling me I have no right to the feelings I'm experiencing. I am after all, still just stumbling my way through this life, and sometimes on the odd occasion, I get it right.
I have a feeling that my image of church is probably not going to be realized in my lifetime. So what do I do in the meantime? Where do we go, how do we worship? Perhaps you've been in this place and can show me around.
I could use a tour guide.
Posted by Catherine West at 4:42 AM