Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on church.
For some, it takes place in a building.
For some, it means praying and rituals and symbols.
For some, it means there is a "Person" involved, a God of sorts.
For all, it is a feeling, a meaning, a peace, and that can happen anywhere.
Church can be pancake Sunday with the kiddos so excited and happy and the coffee warm and loving.
Church can be our happy hearts where we share what we are grateful for, that week, during that time.
Church can be a run, a yoga class, a feeling of letting go and allowing something else to be in control.
Church can be a really hot shower, a warm bath. The sinking in to water that is needed to wash the day away.
Church can be an ocean, a beach, the sound and rhythm of the back and forth that allows you to listen, really listen.
Church can be a bed, calling to you. Asking you to close your eyes and lay your worries down.
Church can be a race, the adrenaline running through your veins as you come together as a community.
Church can be losing yourself in a book, forgetting all about yourself.
Church can be your community service and remembering others need you, this world needs you.
Church can be putting your babies to sleep, looking at those little faces, telling them we did our best today, tomorrow we will do better because we know better.
Church can be telling your family you love them and the feeling that comes from hearing it back, even when they talk to you from their sleep.
Church is not contained in walls, buildings, or by the God we worship. Church is all around us.