dsdrane
01-28-2007, 01:45 PM
I'm absolutely head-over-heels in love with my church. I still shake my head in disbelief that it actually exists and I'm now a part of it.
Last Sunday was our first service in the parish hall, where we will be while work is done to the altar area of the sanctuary. We'll probably be out for a month or so. The parish hall is smaller than the sanctuary and, for reasons that are still unclear, average attendance is up, which meant the congregation was spilling out onto the lawn and other outside areas adjacent to the hall. (This being Florida, this is actually possible in the middle of January.)
There was a fun energy in our new surroundings. People flubbed their readings; the priest flubbed some of his "lines"; people laughed; jokes shared about being "in exile"; communion was a traffic jam, etc. Then, after reminding us (with a laugh) that flexibility was a virtue, our priest said that people so often confuse their church with the actual building with the altar and steeple, when the real church was the congregation and the worldwide Body of Christ.
Whoa.
Today, we were really in exile, forced to meet "off campus" because of multiple baptisms as well as a dinner later and annual meeting. There we all were, in a completely different building, in a different town, with a different organ, etc., and yet I was in my church. All of the people who've become so important to me in such a short amount of time were there. I got and gave all the hugs I normally do; I shared smiles with everyone I normally share smiles with; I met new people and got to know others already met just a little bit better. My church was all around me...miles away from our sanctuary.
I look forward to getting back to that sanctuary. I love it. But I'll never again confuse it with what is truly my church.
So...how about the rest of you? Are you in love, too? How so?
Discuss.:)
Last Sunday was our first service in the parish hall, where we will be while work is done to the altar area of the sanctuary. We'll probably be out for a month or so. The parish hall is smaller than the sanctuary and, for reasons that are still unclear, average attendance is up, which meant the congregation was spilling out onto the lawn and other outside areas adjacent to the hall. (This being Florida, this is actually possible in the middle of January.)
There was a fun energy in our new surroundings. People flubbed their readings; the priest flubbed some of his "lines"; people laughed; jokes shared about being "in exile"; communion was a traffic jam, etc. Then, after reminding us (with a laugh) that flexibility was a virtue, our priest said that people so often confuse their church with the actual building with the altar and steeple, when the real church was the congregation and the worldwide Body of Christ.
Whoa.
Today, we were really in exile, forced to meet "off campus" because of multiple baptisms as well as a dinner later and annual meeting. There we all were, in a completely different building, in a different town, with a different organ, etc., and yet I was in my church. All of the people who've become so important to me in such a short amount of time were there. I got and gave all the hugs I normally do; I shared smiles with everyone I normally share smiles with; I met new people and got to know others already met just a little bit better. My church was all around me...miles away from our sanctuary.
I look forward to getting back to that sanctuary. I love it. But I'll never again confuse it with what is truly my church.
So...how about the rest of you? Are you in love, too? How so?
Discuss.:)