I can’t remember. Who is that an indictment against… the church or me or no one? Many times I have struggled with the guilt of just not feeling it or being apathetic or cynical about going to church. It’s one of those things that requires commitment and discipline to pay off. It’s like working out, you don’t always like it, but the more you do it the better you become, bit by bit, and when you look back someday you are transformed. Like a savings account. That is what I have been told anyway. And I suppose I buy that and I even believe it. For me, the problem is that the church seems to keep demanding me to have an emotionally charged spiritual transformation upon their request each week at the designated worship time. Many times I have been encouraged to “go to that broken place before God right now” this usually comes after a couple of songs and some sound preaching on brokenness. The last time it happened I immediately felt that old familiar conjuring mindset falling into place. I knew how to get emotional, I knew how to be moved or allow myself to be moved. Then I started thinking, “why am I here again”. Then I started looking around and seeing other people’s responses. I didn’t feel like them. Some of the things I saw happening, I didn’t even know how to feel like that. What would it take for me to feel like that I wondered? I know I have experienced something like that before. Is it just that this atmosphere is no good for me? Could it be that this is the perfect moment for these other people to get in touch with their brokenness before God, but not for me? They accepted the videos, music, scripture reading, the bands final pleas, and the mood lighting as some sort of a spiritual conduit to God? Or are they just more tender hearted than me to begin with. Why am I thinking about them and not myself, or forget myself, I am supposed to be thinking about the awesomeness of God right now. So this is my usual thought process in the middle of what looks like a transforming moment for others. The last transforming moment that I had was at the end of a week of doing all the same things I usually do in a week but having them all end in some sort of emotional beet down for reasons I don’t even now understand. That weekend I spent about two hours walking around my neighborhood in the middle of the night running all the restlessness through my mind. Then I had this strange moment of peace were I was confronted with my simple responsibility before God. Trust Him and be obedient. That was my moment, and it was better than anything that I have ever experienced at a church service.
I started hanging out a bit at Catholic church that’s near me. They run the place different than what I am used to. The hours of operation are longer and they have this very long opportunity after a service to linger in their building. They have one room that is all full of candles. I think you are supposed to light a candle and pray for someone. I went in there for a while and started thinking about people in my life as I watched the different candles burn. I was there long enough to loose track of time… it felt really good. I didn’t care how long I was there. I sorted through some things. I think I even prayed sincerely for some people. Not sure what that has to do specifically with transforming, but somehow it seemed to fit.
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