Late nights, Lattes, and Theology

Last night i was just having a really rough day and i needed to get out of my normal routine and life for just a bit. I had my friend Kristi who is the Chaplain over at the local college meet me for coffee. Oh, I guess I should mention that here in Billings there is this great coffee shop that stays open until 12 midnight. It’s awesome! So after i got all of the emotion, neuroses, and molten crazy that is me out on the table; she preceded to just sit and listen to me. She offered some personal stories about how she knows what i am going through. It was awesome just to sit with a friend and chat. So anyway, from there we went on to discuss some finer points of theology and the future of the church in America. To some of you (all 2 of my readers) this may seem like an incredibly boring or dull topic to discuss till 11pm. I don’t know about that, but I know that for me it is one of my favorite things to talk about. I love talking about God and the things that confuse me, the things that give me some strange thoughts, my doubts that spring up occasionally, and the changes that i want to be a part of help to bring about in the church. I haven’t had a discussion like that in… Well i think it was before i moved to Virginia. I miss my friends. I miss John, who uses to have such a level head about theology and tell me where i was diving off the deep end. I miss Mark, who would encourage my crazy imagination to run away with some weird theological oddity (then quite rapidly would go back into spouting some sort of nonsense about his latest dating mishap). I miss when i could talk to Matt about more than just the job search and how crazy im becoming. I miss Casey, who always had some insight into why i was driving myself nuts not to mention how she could keep her husband in check (after all the jokes that she was the female version of me, i truly believe that she sees things very similarly to me I am thankful for that). I miss Jim, who no matter how hard i tried i could never beat him in anything except uno. I miss our late nights at Old Chicago. I miss all of that, but I am very thankful that God has allowed me to come to a place where i can meet a friend who is older and wiser than I and can sit and just chat theology. I hope that all of my friends can continue to do the same as well. I really think that the true meaning of communion is just that. A joining together of people sitting, laughing, and continuing the conversation about God and all of his majesty. I think that is something we miss out tremendously in our churches. A lot of the time it’s the corporate worship where we sit listen to a lecture style sermon, sing songs, and occasionally snack on bread and grape juice. Don’t get me wrong I love church and what it is supposed to be, but I really feel that we have lost that meaning. We have lost what our liturgy means. We have lost meaning of the endless tradition. I guess that’s why i like sitting in bars, coffee shops, and people’s places talking about god and the church. I enjoy it because it shows me that I am not alone in my desire to shake things up, To revolutionize the way we see our church and our faith. We have an old world religion that we are trying to give a modern spin to. What’s funny is that it really isn’t all that new what we are trying to do. We are just trying to get back to our roots, but that is a different story for a different day…

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