Friday, January 10, 2014

The Wrap Up





How do you measure, measure a year? 

In sunsets? In laughter? In cups of coffee? In Broadway musical numbers? 



In church visits?

Memories from an amazing year of church.




As a thick winter snow falls all around St. Louis, I remember the long harrowing drive I took on a blustery December 31st  from Kansas City back home to The Lou. The snow was blowing in all directions. The hard gray roads were covered with soft slippery white snow. Traveling down the highway at 30mph I saw cars get stuck and slide off the road and semi-trucks turned on their sides. For the first two hours of the trip my knuckles gripped the steering wheel tightly, my eyes watered with tears and I bargained with God for my safety. After a night of stupid and dangerous choices I knew this blizzard was my punishment and my awakening. In exchange for my safety, I promised to start going to church. 


God made good on the promise of safety and me and my little blue Civic returned to St. Louis unharmed.  So, on Sunday January 6th 2013 I attended my first church service at First Unitarian Church in St. Louis, MO.


At the end of a strange and confusing and challenging and glorious and eye-opening year I have attended 46 church services. 



46 out of 52 ain't too shabby. It's 88%. A B+ is a perfectly fine grade for a class that required me to get up early ON SUNDAYS. I'm fairly certain God agrees since I haven't been smited….yet. 




There were a number of people who thought this whole church thing was amazing. There were others who thought it was insane. There were others who thought it was disrespectful. There were others who thought it was dangerous. There were some who hoped I would find Jesus. There were some who prayed I wouldn't. There were some who hoped I'd write a book. There were some who hoped I'd stop writing. 



As always, I never really cared what others thought. I've always marched to the beat of my own glitter covered drum and this church thing was no exception. As  silly as it might sound to many of you, I knew this journey was ordained and protected by God so there was no need to worry. Everything would work out as it was supposed to. 


And it did. 


I danced with witches and communed with Episcopalians. I sat silently with Quakers and chanted with Buddhists. I've been evaluated by Scientologists and welcomed by Jehovahs Witnesses. I listened to Hebrew Scriptures and prayed in Latin. I drank sweet milk from my hand with Hindus and ate sacred pudding with Sikhs. I sung hymns with rural Methodists and with my childhood church family. I discussed portals to heaven with cult members and the forbidden fruits of gay sex with Baha'is. I cried tears in the presence of strangers at Metropolitan Community Church and I found peace in a Garden Chapel. I've been disgusted by Catholic priests and inspired by Apostolic Faith choirs. I've shaken hands with Mormons and Spiritualists and Mennonites and Hare Krishnas and Presbyterians. I survived a year of church. 

Regrettably, I was unable to pray with Muslims or engage in dark magic with Satanists or congregate with Zorastrians or experience a "spirit walk" with Peyotists or attend a Lutheran worship service. 

Muslim believers have one of their main gatherings on Fridays at 1:00 pm, which has been a difficult time for me to get away from work. Also, women generally aren't allowed in the main hall and are restricted to a separate room. The separate room thing was a big turn off, so I never made the effort. But I will visit a Muslim Mosque someday. Perhaps, disguised as a man. 

Satanists require you to fill out an application and become an approved member before ever attending. Membership also comes with a fee of $80-$200 depending on the church. Applicants must prove they can be an asset to the church - such as possessing dark magical powers - in order to be considered for membership. Satanism is not about human sacrifice or evil villanry, so be careful before you judge. I would have LOVED to attend a service, but I'm not interested in becoming a member. I have no dark magical powers and $80 is steep for one visit. 

Zoroastrians, the religion of Queen's frontman Freddy Mercury, don't regularly meet. At least not in St. Louis. There is a group here, but they only meet for special occasions like weddings and holidays. I felt strange about requesting to attend a sacred ceremony as a touristy visitor taking pictures and not knowing any of the customs. But if I ever get the chance, I'm taking it. 

Attending a Peyotism service would have been fantastic. Recently I read about a church in Arizona called Peyote Way where the logistics are worked out so you can safely and legally ingest the hallucinogenic cactus gruel and experience the spiritual awakening mind altering drugs are famous for.  This would have been a SPECTACULAR church visit and blog post. Though, my father probably wouldn't have spoken to me for a month or two. But Peyotism didn't work out.  You must become a registered member of the church to take a "spirit walk" and there's a member fee of $200 plus the cost of a trip to Arizona. Still, If I ever had the chance and the moolah, I'd go for it. I'm pretty sure some of my friends who weren't down for traditional church experiences would certainly be down for this one. 

No love lost on the Lutheran church service. I'm sure it's lovely, but I'm also sure it's fairly similar to the dozen or so other Protestant services I attended. Maybe not though, I'll be sure to work one in some time in the nearish future. 



Each church had a unique experience to offer and no two were the same. Yet somehow, they were all the same. There are too many similarities between all the places I went and the people I met and the scriptures I heard and the rituals I witnessed to separate them.  Here at the end of my journey I don't really remember the details of 46 individual church services, because they don't feel individual anymore. They feel collective. And I'm calling this collective experience "going to church" not "churches". 


Being a lover of lists and bold font I would be remiss if I didn't include a list in my final post. 


Sarah Goes To Church And Learns Some Stuff
            

1. Churches are full of people. 
When I was a kid I loved that little hand game "Here's the church. Here's the steeple. Open it up and see all the people."  Then later in life one of my biggest deterrents for attending church was the people who would be there. In my mind church people were a separate breed - a stupider breed - and affiliating with them was out of the question. It was around my fourth church visit that I realized that "church people" are actually just regular people. Just run-of-the-mill totally flawed but kind of wonderful regular people. It shocked me. I met tons of church goin' folk who didn't agree with my religious beliefs or political views and who smiled a little too much and hugged me despite my body language begging them to do otherwise, but somehow I liked them. I know there are evil people out there who use church and religion as their means of inflicting pain and hatred upon others. It's just, in my experience, these people are the exception and not the rule. I say, give (church) people a chance. 

2. No one owns the rights to God
God is not exclusive to one religion. Most churches were accepting of this idea. Others thought they held the exclusive rights to God - mostly conservative Christian congregations. But, I don't think that's the case. God is like the swing-set at public school. God's not yours. You don't own God. You can't control God or determine who accesses God and how. God is for everyone and there's room for everyone on the swing-set of God. You might have to sit next to a Hindu and a Baptist. Oh well. Get over it. Share dammit. 

3. You often find what you are looking for so be careful what you seek. 
If you go looking for danger you'll probably find it. If you seek self-destruction you'll soon find yourself destroyed. If you search for disaster it shall be yours. If you want help ask for it and it will come. If you desire a pleasant experience seek one out. If you long for peace then look for peace and see what happens. When I was sitting in meditation with Yogini it occurred to me that I chose this journey. I always felt like God had almost forced me into it, but really it was my soul (which is connected to God) crying out for a change. So, I started seeking something other than self-destruction and landed smack dab in the middle of self-discovery. 

4. Follow your heart. 
There are times you should listen to your friends and family. Like when you suddenly decide to develop a crystal meth addiction or want to adopt your 55th cat. Those are times when your decision skills have imploded and you are no longer allowed to make your own choices. There are other times when you need to ignore your friends and family, because they are clearly blind to your vision. When your friends try to convince you that you are too fat to be an orphan in the local production of Annie you need to ignore that shit and sing "Tomorrow" with all the gusto of a Broadway baby. When your family thinks it's disgusting that you want to wear sparkle tights because you are a boy and boys don't wear sparkle tights you need to pull on those sparkle tights with pride and shine like the top of the Chrysler building. Then when your family and friends think you are bonkers for dancing around the fire with a coven of witches you won't think twice about ignoring their wishes and having the time of your life bouncing like a raindrop around the flaming logs.  God gave you a heart (soul, conscience, spirit, whatever you wanna call it) for a reason. Listen to it.

5. Cherish the ones you love
During this whole blog thing there were some unexpected moments. I never expected to start weekly e-mails with my grandmother and develop a deeper and more meaningful connection with a person I've always felt somewhat distant from. I never expected to have people from all over the world follow my blog.  I never expected that many of my friends would show a great interest in my journey and insist on attending services along with me. Throughout this bizarre experience I've gotten messages of encouragement and support from strangers and friends I haven't spoken to in years. Every week I've been shocked that anyone other than my mother even read my post. Thank you. Thank you for sharing this journey with me. I owe you a beautifully decorated handmade thank you card. I'm not joking. Send me your address and I'll put one in mail for you. You can email me at sarahashleythomas@gmail.com. 


Going to church is one of the coolest things I've ever done. (That has to be among the top five strangest things I've ever said) 


This concludes the sometimes funny mildly exciting often cheesy writings of Sarah Goes To Church. It's been a pleasure. I wish you the best in all your adventures. Perhaps I'll see you around the blog some time in the near(ish) future. 



I miss you already. 


 





4 comments:

  1. Sarah,

    I happened to be googling "home church" and your blog came up this evening. I have read different excerpts and must say it is unusual; unusual in the sense to find a younger person on such a spiritual quest. I find it intriguing but I wonder, what now? I'm curious as this year has provided you, as you have professed, to a lot of inner discovery. I have to think that this journey may continue in one form or another, either inwardly or outwardly. So, what say yeah? Will you share your plans with a complete stranger?

    I seriously can't believe after such an extended effort you have not made some kind of plans for the near future.

    Peace
    Nick

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    1. Hello Nick,

      You know, I'm glad you asked. It's been 6 weeks since I attended a church service and honestly, I've been glad for the break. Last year was exhausting. Spiritual journeying is exhausting. By the end of the year I had so many different perspectives on God and love and religion and spirituality etc. that it's been quite nice to have some processing time.

      I respect your question - "what now?" but my only answer is "I don't know". I have no idea what will come next. I had no idea this whole church year was coming, but it worked rather well. I trust God and I trust myself. I know my spiritual journey isn't over - not by far. It hasn't been fully revealed why a year of church visiting was so important. I just knew I had to do it. So, until I am otherwise directed, I am just putting into practice the things I found helpful during my adventure - being less judgmental, remaining open, seeing the positive, taking time for prayer and reflection, and always following my heart.

      Thanks for asking and thanks for reading!

      Sarah

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  2. "God is like the swing-set at public school. God's not yours. You don't own God. You can't control God or determine who accesses God and how. God is for everyone and there's room for everyone on the swing-set of God. You might have to sit next to a Hindu and a Baptist. Oh well. Get over it. Share dammit.".....I will remember that line for a long time.

    Such thoughtful conclusions you have made. Well done, you!

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    1. Why, thank you. It was a great year. As a lady who works in a preschool many of my thoughts are experienced through kid glasses. I appreciate you taking the time to comment. Also... I'm a huge fan, Facebook follower and avid lover of the Valentine exchange. You rock. I literally squealed when I saw you had commented on my blog. You made my day. Continue being awesome Aunt Peaches.

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