29th Feb 2008
When Church Really Worked for Me
So I’m still feeling sort of creepy about saying why I don’t currently go to church, because I fear it came off as if I was denigrating church-goers or was a lazy-ass yuppie, and I’m neither. So I’ll write briefly about times when church worked for me (and I worked for church).
When I was seventeen-years-old, I went to Smith, and attended the Unitarian Society of Northampton and Florence in Northampton regularly on Sunday mornings for two years while in school. The minister was Victoria Safford. Now of the four reasons I mentioned yesterday for not going to church, some of those were still issues, but played out differently:
1. Church was important to me. I’m not sure why it was important to me, but I felt absolutely compelled to go to church. I loved Victoria’s sermons, felt something always shift within me, and felt lighter afterward as if the world had broadened before me. I can remember specific phrases she used that moved me (and it’s almost two decades later). This was a time in my life when it was important to see women in their late twenties and early thirties as role models for work in ministry (and academia) and life in general beyond Smith and Victoria certainly served that role as did Carol Zaleski, a religion professor at Smith.
2. The time of day still sucked. When I attended church, I used to miss brunch at Smith, which was the biggest and most elaborate meal of the week, and more importantly, included in my meal plan and already paid for. So it was essentially giving up a $15 meal with my friends, and having to eat elsewhere at a time in my life when I earned money scrubbing toilets. But I did it.
3. I seemed to matter more. I don’t think Victoria had any idea who I was, but she still greeted everyone as they entered and left the church. Other parishioners were really friendly to me and there were other people within my demographic in the church. I suppose that’s because Northampton is partially a college-town, and it wasn’t unusual for students to attend services. But I had the distinct sensation of mattering, and my intellectual and emotional needs for stimulation and connection were met.
4. I didn’t see petty dysfunctional shit. Now I was 17 when I started attending, and 19 when I transferred from Smith, so it’s possible there was tons of petty dysfunctional shit that I didn’t know about. But I also worked in the RE program, and was always treated well and respectfully as I was when I attended church.
I think it’s important to note here that even though I attended regularly, I was not a member. Now why wasn’t I a member during one of the best church experiences of my life? Two reasons: 1. No one ever asked me to join. 2. When I saw membership materials, the idea of having to scrub more toilets to give more money (other than the money I had to pay for my missing meal, and what I was giving in the offering) was probably too much for me.
I’m going to write more about other times church worked for me next week.
So I’m still feeling sort of creepy about saying why I don’t currently go to church, because I fear it came off as if I was denigrating church-goers or was a lazy-ass yuppie, and I’m neither. So I’ll write briefly about times when church worked for me (and I worked for church).
When I was seventeen-years-old, I went to Smith, and attended the Unitarian Society of Northampton and Florence in Northampton regularly on Sunday mornings for two years while in school. The minister was Victoria Safford. Now of the four reasons I mentioned yesterday for not going to church, some of those were still issues, but played out differently:
1. Church was important to me. I’m not sure why it was important to me, but I felt absolutely compelled to go to church. I loved Victoria’s sermons, felt something always shift within me, and felt lighter afterward as if the world had broadened before me. I can remember specific phrases she used that moved me (and it’s almost two decades later). This was a time in my life when it was important to see women in their late twenties and early thirties as role models for work in ministry (and academia) and life in general beyond Smith and Victoria certainly served that role as did Carol Zaleski, a religion professor at Smith.
2. The time of day still sucked. When I attended church, I used to miss brunch at Smith, which was the biggest and most elaborate meal of the week, and more importantly, included in my meal plan and already paid for. So it was essentially giving up a $15 meal with my friends, and having to eat elsewhere at a time in my life when I earned money scrubbing toilets. But I did it.
3. I seemed to matter more. I don’t think Victoria had any idea who I was, but she still greeted everyone as they entered and left the church. Other parishioners were really friendly to me and there were other people within my demographic in the church. I suppose that’s because Northampton is partially a college-town, and it wasn’t unusual for students to attend services. But I had the distinct sensation of mattering, and my intellectual and emotional needs for stimulation and connection were met.
4. I didn’t see petty dysfunctional shit. Now I was 17 when I started attending, and 19 when I transferred from Smith, so it’s possible there was tons of petty dysfunctional shit that I didn’t know about. But I also worked in the RE program, and was always treated well and respectfully as I was when I attended church.
I think it’s important to note here that even though I attended regularly, I was not a member. Now why wasn’t I a member during one of the best church experiences of my life? Two reasons: 1. No one ever asked me to join. 2. When I saw membership materials, the idea of having to scrub more toilets to give more money (other than the money I had to pay for my missing meal, and what I was giving in the offering) was probably too much for me.
I’m going to write more about other times church worked for me next week.
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