Today's visit to church left me feeling pretty disappointed. I've been attending this church for the past two years, and it has seen me through a messy breakup, a tough move, two Christmases, two birthdays, and three depressions. Through it all the church has been satisfactory, and there's not much else you can say about it. The fact that only one of the two main candles ever lights and stays lit during the service is one of those little details I find to be very telling. The church is a Methodist one, which reveals a lot on its own - the congregation is an eldery one, good with food and celebrations, bad with change and friendliness, and indifferent to who exactly their current pastor might be. None of this has ever touched me directly. I was invited to this church by two wonderful human beings who made me feel as welcomed as I needed on their own, and by the time they stopped attending, I had been 'accepted' by the rest of the congregation. I've become good friends with several of the members and am a member of the church's choir and finance committee, yet I've never felt a particular desire to become a full member. To date, I still am not.
Today was different. Today, I invited a friend.
He's a fellow I've known for a couple months, a fellow I've grown to learn a lot about and one who desperately needs God in his life right now. I've been slowly helping him sort out his life and while he has made definite progress, he has expressed the desire to 'feel the presence of God in his life.' He didn't feel that at church today. The congregation was cool, the welcome reserved. Of course, there is a reason. This young man is not one of this church's usual members, not one of the upper middle class, and this is painfully obvious. He doesn't wear dress clothes with frequency, the way I do. And he doesn't have my natural gift for meeting people and making good impressions. Just the same, I was hoping for a better reception than this. I was even able to persuade him to sit with me in the choir, a request he filled with great nervousness but equal heart. He sung with us, he said hello to people. He was not a wallflower. And yet, he said he observed more than one individual glaring at him, as if sending some silent message that said he did not belong.
The visit has made me question deeply whether I will continue to attend this church. If a church cannot provide a glimpse of the divine to those searching, then what good is it? Isn't it just an elephant graveyard, a place where the elderly who have been attending their entire lives go to spend their last days? This church is not believed to have a long lifespan, and I can see why. I have been telling the new pastor that Grace's only option is to attract new and young members, and if this is the kind of reception they will receive, what options does that leave them?
More to the point, if a church can no longer illuminate the path for those who seek it, does it even have a reason to exist anymore?
Today was different. Today, I invited a friend.
He's a fellow I've known for a couple months, a fellow I've grown to learn a lot about and one who desperately needs God in his life right now. I've been slowly helping him sort out his life and while he has made definite progress, he has expressed the desire to 'feel the presence of God in his life.' He didn't feel that at church today. The congregation was cool, the welcome reserved. Of course, there is a reason. This young man is not one of this church's usual members, not one of the upper middle class, and this is painfully obvious. He doesn't wear dress clothes with frequency, the way I do. And he doesn't have my natural gift for meeting people and making good impressions. Just the same, I was hoping for a better reception than this. I was even able to persuade him to sit with me in the choir, a request he filled with great nervousness but equal heart. He sung with us, he said hello to people. He was not a wallflower. And yet, he said he observed more than one individual glaring at him, as if sending some silent message that said he did not belong.
The visit has made me question deeply whether I will continue to attend this church. If a church cannot provide a glimpse of the divine to those searching, then what good is it? Isn't it just an elephant graveyard, a place where the elderly who have been attending their entire lives go to spend their last days? This church is not believed to have a long lifespan, and I can see why. I have been telling the new pastor that Grace's only option is to attract new and young members, and if this is the kind of reception they will receive, what options does that leave them?
More to the point, if a church can no longer illuminate the path for those who seek it, does it even have a reason to exist anymore?
Current Mood:
disappointed
disappointedCurrent Music: Globus - Take Me Away
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