church is not a building

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?

About iamnamed

I am a sojourner. I bumble and stumble on this journey. I have found it very cathartic to write down thoughts of my journey and I am thrilled your path has crossed mine, even if it is just briefly. I write for me, but enjoy company on this journey of Happy Destiny. Thanks for trudging on with me.
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2 Responses to church is not a building

  1. doyouseehowisee says:

    Being shunned by fellow imperfect humans is a very hard pill to swallow. I know this all too well. Currently am being shunned by a major portion of my family. It’s to the point where it is ridiculously silly to me. So sorry you are experiencing this from your community. Soon maybe you will be able to chuckle at the silly shunners too! In the meantime, I’m sure Jesus enjoyed having you at his “church” today, and vice versa!

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