When was the last time you went to church and actually walked away refreshed and encouraged. When was the last time you were actively pursued and welcomed beyond, “Hi! How are you?” when they won’t even meet your gaze and are looking at the person behind you before they’ve even let go of your hand in their perfunctory greeting.
And if these things are happening? What services do you provide for your church that would make you such a valuable asset you are worth the time, effort and resources of the “group”?
It’s so sad. We are in a state of “flux” right now. The Mr. says we are “in between” and I say we’re in No Man’s Land. I have no desire whatsoever to go to church. I’m not a cog in the machine and as such I have no intrinsic value. I’m new so they can’t rely on my “generous giving” and after a few visits I’m just a “drain on resources”. Overlooked, undervalued and invisible.
Not that I complain about invisible right now.
But if I want to hear a great message surrounded by people with whom I share a common goal, vision and love? I stay home and play some guy off the internet.
I have several good friends that I can talk to about the Lord, and we do, on a regular basis. I’m part of a women’s study group and we have a weekly worship service in our living room to complement our daily (most days) family devotions.
Tell me again why we need more? If I want to be alternately ignored or used? I can go to work for that. At least I get paid to do the bidding of whoever is in charge. And it’s work I like. At church? There’s no telling where I’d end up and if it doesn’t fit my skill-set, passions or interests? I’m just not willing to be a “joyful servant” or I am not “content in whatsoever state ” I find myself in.
I prefer my weekends open and quiet. Big brunch on Sunday and naps on Saturday. My kids are happier, my house is cleaner and my business runs better. For me? At this juncture? Church would be an imposition on my life. I like being completely self-absorbed and focused on my kids and husband. I care for my close friends but the rest?
Couldn’t care less.
Is it burn out? Cynicism? Hurt? Reality? I am SICK to death of the Church Game. And, frankly? I could stay benched for the rest of my life and I don’t think I’d care.
But don’t tell Rick… Oh. The I Told You So I’m going to get!!!!