We have stopped going to Church.
We stopped going when we left Romford.
Four weeks without it.
This is a chance to break free.
Unlock.
So, we have stopped going to church for good.
Have decided that they are all
hypocrites
inadequate
emotionally unintelligent
unforgiving
insensitive
old people
young people
disabled
alcoholics
drug dependents
socially incompetents
lonely
uneducated
middle class
working class
professionals
labourers
factory workers
office workers
Mums
Dads
Granddads
Grandmothers
noisy
quiet
medicated
well dressed
poorly dressed
healthy
unhealthy
tattooed
scarred
too friendly
too shy
fat
thin
tall
beautiful
small
black
white
gay
vicars
teachers
learners
sinners
medics
carers
lovers
shopkeepers
unemployed
retired
sick
physical
emotional
just like me
so we went to Church this morning.
We stepped into an unknown community.
As an unknown.
As a stranger in a strange town.
Found myself observing.
Analysing
thinking
self conscious
wondering how they do it.
I had to make a decision to let God in.
Let the experience be a spiritual one.
Not just a social experiment.
To listen
to receive
to bBlessed
to be present.
God was in the house.
As with every situation.
(Must do a talk about this at Greenbelt
Oh - yes, thinks, I did one on that this year.
Spiritual intelligence alongside
Spiritual intelligence.)
In the last community,
in fact the last four communities,
I was a community leader.
I was known around the streets,
shops, pubs and shopping halls.
Several generations of kids said hello.
Long after they were kids too!
Now I am face-value.
What you see is what you get.
I like this.
It is just communicating with humans.
It is doing that
and with the Divine.
I want to belong to a faith community.
I belong to a number really.
Informal and more formal.
I want to belong to humans who tick the boxes above.
Some, many of them,
just like me.
I will keep you in touch.
With the journey.
With interior one.
