‘if you a scared motherfucker, go to church, go to church.’ – icecube
acacia wasn’t scared, but she was curious about God. some sundays she stayed in bed and read newspapers, other sundays she went to church.
of course ‘church’ these days includes anything from the god channel to podcast sermons. but acacia liked hearing a few words of wisdom and loved her last church >link. the young pastor wore slippers and spoke without notes. he always mentioned something freakily relevant to what was happening in her life. yep that was a good friendly bunch. they even supported a creative project to help needy kids play football >link.
in her new home acacia was looking for something similar. her beautiful sister abi >link advised finding somewhere anywhere where God was. her wise mother told her to look for people firmly in touch with reality. mostly she just wanted to meet a few nice thoughtful souls to hang out with.
so on a dark, rainy sunday evening she went along with JK to church >link. they sipped on peppermint tea as the band was enthusiastically led by a hippy youngster. the plastic plants were less hippy. communion was clearly explained for the clueless. a nice, normal man spoke from a spotlit stage about the clutter of technology in our lives. there was mention of a neat little project to connect peoples gardening skills with those who needed them.
the next week was a bit more down to earth >link. these guys served instant coffee shamelessly. they were certainly excited about what they were singing about. a man in jeans explained why church shouldn’t be religious, its really just you and me getting to know other people. they had plans to move into a shopping centre, cool. also they were keen to explore the spiritual capabilities God can give to people, with prophecies and prayers for healing and a course on ‘signs and wonders’. God is probably bigger than our imagination, JK noted.
they found more substance the next sunday >link, also more tradition and pews. are pews really necessary in this day and age? the songs had lovely long words, and the flowers were real from someones garden, beautifully arranged. these guys had thought through the symbolism of everything, communion involved kneeling at the front and sipping from a silver chalice. chanting phrases was not something acacia was used to but she learned a lot from a well spoken man exploring the bible story of ruth. JK thought that boaz wasn’t a good name to call your son.
acacia decided there was a good chance that the massive God who created the big wide world isn't limited by the weird / wonderful ways people relate to him. plus its probably more fun to get to know the people in these communities than to blog about them from the outside. bring on my new best friends next week >link.
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