I haven’t been to church since Eastertide. Before that, attendance was down to once a month at best. I’ve been trying to formulate my feelings into coherent words with explanations, I’ve narrowed it down to two reasons, one personal, one generational. But they’re both related. And I’m just going to throw them out here to see what all four of you who read this blog think:
1) Personally, I just got out of the habit of regular church attendance, partially due to the working two jobs thing, and partially due to the fact I
didn’t don’t want to be saddled with any more frackin’ committees where I’m ‘valued’ as a ‘younger’ member but my ideas are dismissed out of hand because I’m a ‘younger’ member.
2) Generationally, people my age are looking for a lifestyle change. Complete paradigm shift, as they used to say a lot in board rooms. Sunday mornings are nice, sure enough, but the MOTR need to keep from offending everyone and straddle that fence, we rarely if ever hear from the pulpit something like, “Pray more! Here’s some resources/how ya do it” or “Serve your fellow person more! Here’s an opportunity, it’s not during business hours or at holycraphitthesnoozebar o’clock!”
Additionally, pardon my French, but WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CHRISTIAN EDUCATION?!?! Once a month, MAYBE, St. Thatguy will have a lecture by one of our parishoners who used to teach seminary. Kids my age didn’t grow up in church, we have questions about… EVERYTHING. Books are nice, I like books, but you cannot be a Christian alone in your room with a book. You need other people.
Let me say that again, Christans need other people.
So your young adult program kickoff only drew two or three. Does that mean it’s time to kill the program? Didn’t some crazy Jewish guy about 2,000 years ago say something about two or three gathered together?
*deep breath, change gears*
And now, quick prayer request for Coworker R, who was in a car accident last night and injured a shoulder that was already kind of damaged. We’re not sure when R will be back at work. R’s the main Surgery buyer, which means I’m R’s backup, which means I’m in for excitement I tell you what.
Speaking of excitement, in about 30 minutes they’re making the formal announcement: Big Ol’ Hospital is hiring me permanently as a Buyer. At a step above where I am now. With full, ever-lovin’ benefits. Thank you, Jesus.