It was Sunday. I really needed to see God through other people today. I needed to connect. I needed to feel the light shining through. I needed to feel the warmth of fellow Christ followers, of fellow strugglers. I woke up early, before the alarm. I put on my church going uniform. I was presentable. I was ready to meet the world. I was ready to experience Namaste. I go to an early morning AA meeting. We spoke of God. We shared our hearts. Our souls touched. I rushed out to make it to the church service. I have been looking for a new community of followers as I have been shunned by my community. It seems as though forgiveness is a lost art. It gets destroyed by judgement, condemnation, and division. Like many churches, it is easier to love the plastic perfection in a mask, then the live tissue of humanity.
On my way to the service, a voice echoed from the meeting. She spoke of a feeling that she no longer wanted to go to church. She couldnt explain it, and asked the question, “What is wrong with me?” I began to answer the question in my head. Not the one she asked, but the larger question. I asked, “Where do you go to experience Jesus?” I thought about the times that I have been secure in the love of God. There were few, but they were never in a church building. I stopped by my apartment. I couldn’t fathom visiting another church today. I didn’t want to be plastic. I wanted to feel Jesus. I stripped of the uniform. I dropped the act. I slipped on my vestments: bike shorts and jersey. I filled my camelback with the Living Water. I grabbed the bread in the form of a protein bar. I also carried my apple. I sped away to the Church of the Greater Outdoors.
Jesus showed up at my church, how about yours?