First off, have I written before about how women insist on considering themselves completely different from other women? If this is round two on this, sorry. The thing about it is that it’s what gives them more commonality. Like the Five Iron Frenzy lyric “you want to be different just like everyone else.” Or was that the The Squeegees? I might have a shot at remembering if it were not for the heady days of youth.
Second: Last Sunday I went to church because it was the first chance I’ve had in a while and it will be some time before I get one again (excepting this following weekend). And the worship was- musically- perfect. Sweet jams, professional voice talent, uptempo rock sound intermixed with melodic, thoughtful, piano-driven pieces. The best was when, during a transition, the worship leader said “You guys sound great.” That was ‘the best’ because barely audience within my view was actually singing. So there’s two-fold thoughts here. First, why is there patronization occuring within the hallowed hallls of church. Secondly, why was there no one singing, which could be considered the de facto form of worship within a ‘time of worship.’ If no one is singing, it seems reasonable to say no one is worshiping. Of course there a flaws in this- but as a whole is not far off.
I could go off on this, but I’m pretty happy with asking questions and leaving the rest to someone else. Here’s an area where I’m jealous of my brother- he can find something and be all about it- just total enthusiasm. I am not that smooth. I find the people on the outskirts of the group- the critics and naysayers. My success with friends has been largely because I gap the ‘in’ crowd and ‘out’ crowd. So I feed off pessimism. I subconciously seek out ‘truth tellers’ over ‘grace givers’ (thank you, Dr. Mann). And boy am I pessimistic about church. So in that sense, I feel everyone should be able to seek out problems in the church and find solutions or make a big enough stink so others are forced to confront the issue. If there were a symbiotic, antonym-istic phrase ‘for if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ i would use it here.
Nothing is clear here. Nothing makes any sense. I just went to an art final where we had two hours to see a project from start to completion, and I didn’t have any projects lined out before I went. So basically I just winged something worth 20 percent of my grade. And I really couldn’t tell you what I made, what with the adrenalin rush and all. Kinda crazy, I know. Not the best idea in the world.
And I’ll quit before I get futher along in my muddled monologue. I haven’t made any good points, like the fact that the most disgusting thing about that church was that I and mine attitude were inside.
Out.