Our Sunday morning worship theme for the month of January is “home.” We kick off the canvass this month as well, so I’m thinking a lot about the idea of one’s congregation as one’s home. It’s a common enough metaphor, but what does it mean? It depends on what “home” means. If it means “comfort,” I’m not crazy about that being a primary quality of any congregation I belong to (and/or serve). I want it to be comforting, absolutely, when we need to be comforted. But not entirely comfortable.
Tangentially, but not unrelatedly, I’d like to pass along this New Year’s wish from the blog of a favorite writer of mine, Neil Gaiman: “May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art–write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
I wish all those things for myself in 2011, and for anyone who reads this. And now I am going to turn off the computer, go kiss two someones who think I’m wonderful (the feeling is mutual), and get some sleep in the hope that tomorrow morning I’ll be able to say some words as only I can say them, and so help my dear, beloved co-congregants to live as only they can.