Consider les Future
Are we willing to consider the idea that our Sunday morning buffets of spirituality (see Sunday mass, Sunday gathering, Sunday worship etc.) are over? That for the most part they have lost their intrinsic spiritual prowess or perhaps more truthful that they never had a one-up on any other day of the week in the first place… and all the people under 35 said “let alone before noon…”
Is it possible that globally the absence of humanity from what we call God’s house on Sunday mornings has more to it than people are simply resisting, rebelling, ignoring God? Is it evidence that 1700 years of doing the business of God for Him on one special day of the week has benefited the few that Jesus didn’t seem to spend time with? I do not have a grudge out for our weekly special on Sundays but I feel as if I have matured (clarification needed – matured to place on my own journey) into the realm of possibility wherein I am in fact open to, well, simply, other possibilities… that we as humans are pregnant with the possibilities of journeying to God and with Him… and the fragrance of that type of exploration is more intoxicating than ever. The not knowing, the figuring out-ness, the waking up to that kind of pregnancy, that kind of change, that kind of newness and smelling again a reason to wake up, to stay up late, to be around people despite our folly, is a much more rich fully life changing faith. More life altering, challenging and painful – but damn well worth it – than anything I’ve experienced in the last decade trying to figure out why I was sitting in that pew again Sunday after Sunday.
I guess this makes me one of them then eh?
God help me I’m a heathen… and for the first time in my life I have really really embraced that, again I repeat God help me.
All too many tears,
DSW
Is it possible that globally the absence of humanity from what we call God’s house on Sunday mornings has more to it than people are simply resisting, rebelling, ignoring God? Is it evidence that 1700 years of doing the business of God for Him on one special day of the week has benefited the few that Jesus didn’t seem to spend time with? I do not have a grudge out for our weekly special on Sundays but I feel as if I have matured (clarification needed – matured to place on my own journey) into the realm of possibility wherein I am in fact open to, well, simply, other possibilities… that we as humans are pregnant with the possibilities of journeying to God and with Him… and the fragrance of that type of exploration is more intoxicating than ever. The not knowing, the figuring out-ness, the waking up to that kind of pregnancy, that kind of change, that kind of newness and smelling again a reason to wake up, to stay up late, to be around people despite our folly, is a much more rich fully life changing faith. More life altering, challenging and painful – but damn well worth it – than anything I’ve experienced in the last decade trying to figure out why I was sitting in that pew again Sunday after Sunday.
I guess this makes me one of them then eh?
God help me I’m a heathen… and for the first time in my life I have really really embraced that, again I repeat God help me.
All too many tears,
DSW