I worked first shift this weekend, from 7 to 3:30 on Saturday and Sunday, wrapping up just in time for MSU football on Saturday and gathering with my friends as Church on Sunday. Though not particularly disastrous or even remarkable, those shifts were a fight against cynicism, mistrust, and cruelty. They were a fight to return meanness with kindness, and dismissal with warmness. In short, they were shifts full of the hard work of being a Christian.
And when work ended on Sunday, I don't think I've even been so ready for a worship gathering. I felt, viscerally, how much I need God. I felt how much I need to to be filled up with the language of God, the presence of God, and the very substance of God. I need, every week, to breathe in the goodness of God and dwell in that space with my friends, to prepare to breathe God's goodness back out into the world.
We spoke about Sabbath when we gathering on Sunday, about how we imagine God to our community through the way that we care for ourselves and each other on Sabbath - the way we rest and receive time for one whole day each week. We spoke about dwelling in the abundance of God, and then we went out to the trailer park and threw a Halloween party with all our friends. And by the end of the night, I was filled up with hope and joy and enough bravery to head off into another week in the world.