day 9: i love my menno's

Awwww shucks.

My lil Mennonite Church congregation is great. Just great. :) I could do far weirder things and they would still make me feel loved and cared for. I think that's great.

There's this idea that "church-folk" are a special breed of people who don't care as much about making people feel loved as they do about following the long-standing rules of "propriety." There are sadly many congregations and many Christians in general who have undoubtedly made people feel this way. (I apologize on behalf of anyone who has received that kind of feeling from a Christian. And i apologize doubly so for times in my youth, and even now, when I forget or have forgotten the humble creature I am, and have treated people in any way other than loving.)
...and... There's this other idea that "church-folk" are terribly disappointing if they're not shining beams of joy and purity out their fingertips and leading spotless lives full of heroic endeavors. But the truth is, church-folk are just folk. They're just people and as such, are just as susceptible to the ugly sides of human nature as any other person. The only way any of us (church-folk or non) cross over that ugliness to show something more beautiful and loving is because there's something (or someone, as I believe,) more Divine and merciful to share some Beauty in the faces, actions and words of others and ourselves: Someone willing to fill us with something good and something loving.

anyway....I had no fear that my congregation would shun me or anything, but I have to admit there was this tiny fear that my church congregation would be disappointed in me for making such an unfamiliar and arguably strange aesthetic decision. But instead I was met with a lot of...well...curiosity: none of it demeaning. And think about it. Curiosity is a form of flattery I think or at least it feels that way for me. I've always been particularly flattered by people showing their interest or curiosity in me. There's no easier way to lift me up a bit than to simply show some interest in what I'm up to.
I do love talking.
Perhaps too much.
Yes yes, too much.

hence a blog for everything under the sun.

and now I'm blog-rambling and that is a humbling thing.

off i go.