Tuesday 14 July 2015

So what about church?

I would not want to be the poster child for rebelliousness. While that may have been my ambition at some stage, it now no longer is. People still tend to ask what my religious views are though and whether I still go to church. It becomes hard to give a straight answer without first addressing the conceptual hurdles before me.

To ask whether or not I attend church as a criterion for judging one’s spiritual life is a fair but naïve yardstick. If anything, it is indicative of the person’s spiritual understanding. Usually church is contextually understood as a ‘place’ people of a common belief and shared values gather. The church is contextually understood as a physical place of gathering. This is a place one can pinpoint on their maps. It’s a location where people gather. It can be a building or a large auditorium. Basically any institutionalized location where people gather to engage in religious practice on a regular basis is called ‘church’. So, when somebody asks me ‘Do you go to church’, I already assume that that is their understanding of what church is- a physical place that needs to be attended regularly. Language betrays because there is no real blessing derived from the grandeur or aestheticism of a given building of religious worship. No, On the contrary, the person who asks the question begins to realize that church is church because of the congregational activity that occurs and not the significance of a physical location.

Moving along, the question may be rephrased as:  ‘Do you attend church?’ This is a better question. Unlike ‘Do you go to church?’ which connotes a sense of it being a mandatory thing to do, the second question acknowledges a level of voluntariness in religious activity. One who phrases the question ‘Do you attend church?’ shows a level of understanding different from ‘Do you go to church?’. There is a shift from religious activity being something one voluntary engages in. It is an acknowledgement that religious activity is not necessarily tied to a physical place but rather congregating with people in spiritual practice. It’s not the perfect phrase, but it is a more enlightened question. It’s not just semantics. God does not dwell in buildings made with man’s hands. If someone would ask me if I attended church, I can but only answer ‘sometimes’.

Sometimes?

Yes sometimes.

What does sometimes mean though?

Well, it means I do not beat myself up when I do not attend a church service. It means I do not always attend one particular place if I do decide to attend a church service. It means I am open to you inviting me to your bible study, conference or church service. It means I reserve the right to decline an invite if I receive one. It means my Sundays can pretty much go any direction depending on how things are looking. Meaning I do not purposefully seek to find myself in a church service every Sunday morning. But that does not mean I do not reserve the right to be in a church service any given day or time of the week. Yes sometimes means ‘not all the time’.

Why does this bother people? Well, it’s simple. People believe that if you have a good relationship with God you will behave in a certain way and one of those ways is regular, scheduled church meetings. At this stage they will throw scriptures to justify how I am supposed to be in church services all the time. I welcome those scriptures. I just take it a step further and question if ‘churches’ today are fulfilling the same purpose the churches we read of in the scriptures fulfilled.

Does this mean we should stay away from modern day church services? Certainly not. One shouldn’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. It just really isn’t a one size fits all. Many factors influence whether or not a church service is a ‘blessing’. The people you gather with, the music you engage in and the information that is shared. These 3 factors can influence a godly or ungodly experience: the people, the praise and worship, and the doctrine.  We do not all experience all 3 the same. Some gatherings are sharply different in all 3 characteristics when put in contrast. Some people have a deficiency of one or the other in their church services. With this in mind we ought to be more open minded as to why one person isn’t particularly amped up for a religious service than you are.



While these dark years are not easy, I do thank the heavens for them on a daily basis. I cannot put a price on the wealth of knowledge I have and am still gaining through dissemination, experience or mere whispers from the other world. I think just appreciating and having an eternal perspective goes a long way. How we are becoming who we will be. How I cannot love and want what’s best for the next person more than God does. How he makes everything marvelous in His own time- whether or not the person is attending church- with or without understanding. 

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I am now but a conduit

Vivid the memories when I first promised you this.

I could have written this sooner, but I would have forfeited the reservoir of moments I now draw from. I am now but a conduit of a life I call to memory at the thought of you. I will write about you. How the only sin you ever had is loving me dearly. I could have written this sooner, but to what end? Then the reader would have been one. Now she is many but still none.
              
I would have written to a hope had i written this sooner, but now I write recalling the past that I see besides me. I am lost of love words. I do not owe you those. Had I written this sooner, you would be reading that. It seems that there is more to the heart than love words and tears. Its seemingly startling to me, seeing you have rendered both to me and i to you.

The heart speaks more.

How good is a cliché when it perfectly encapsulates the entirety of an impression? Empty idioms are for idiots, but a cliché mirroring the very character of your sensation can be just what the gods have ordered. Vivid the memories of an empty body lying next to you. Who could have told you what to a whisper to a god feeling purposeless? Your only sin was loving me dearly.

How you waited upon the months to wisp me about with hope to a better me. His body wasn’t cold, but the stares weren’t the warmest were they? I could have written this sooner, but would I have been fortunate to recall the sleepless nights when I dreamt of unloving? I saw no hurt. I felt no pain. Vivid the memories where I longed to be swallowed up in eternity. Where the clock ticked no further, neither a change for better or worse.

The cradle of the heart’s desire needs no visitor when it has found a solitary keeper. No nostalgia or longing. How content were you till you escaped your Escape? Your only fault was loving me so dearly. I rested in the confines of your autonomy. I knew no better for me and hoped you knew what’s best for you.

We were different and knitted in our differences.

We will be the same tomorrow, lost without each other.

Vivid the memories I have of you.

i will write.