September 29, 2008

• Church

  Sometimes song lyrics describe things that can’t be captured any other way, unfortunately for me, as soon as I see the italicized letters written down my eyes gloss over and I kind of skim.  

  Right now life kinda feels like it sucks in a “this-really-shouldn’t-be-that-hard-but-it-is” way.    A bunch of people have left our church recently, news that feels like somebody punched me in gut, although I concede when I tell someone this, they just roll their eyes and say, yup, that’s church for you.  But it shouldn’t be that way.    Call me extremely naive, but I love my community.   I tend to get easily holed up in my little world of books, ipod and internet, so I don’t mean it lightly when I say that my church is my family.    You don’t just wake up one morning and decide not to be a part of your family anymore.   You can, but it certainly hurts.  Hurts you, hurts the people around you.   The easy solution of course is to not risk getting hurt.  It’s easier not to go rescue people from the airport, come out in the middle of the night to change tires, get cussed out by people who should be your friends or worse, take criticism from someone you respect.   But… *buckle your seatbelts for the cliche* I’d rather be hurt.   I’d rather people disapoint me, than never trusting them and respecting them in the first place.   I don’t want the scars from bad church experiences, but I need them.  They serve as a reminder.  Truth over medication right?  Even when we’re a motley set of disparaging folk that find it harder to get along than a bunch of 13 year old girls.

  To quote my senator recently, it takes a village to raise a child, but I’ll ammend that to say if your only “village” is the state, then the church isn’t doing its job.  A statement that’s so laughable it just shows you how much tenacity and work it requires. 

  But worth it.

  …………………

  Is that a half a smile?
  

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