When I Was a Young Warthoggggg!

It's official. My relationship with St. Brendan's Anglican Church in DC is official. No more dating around. Or being ecclesiastically celibate. I'm done being the hen in my relationship with church & ready to be the sow. (That's a Grey's Anatomy Reference. In case you missed that episode, I've imported the script:


George: You and me: We're like ham and eggs. I was the chicken, I just want you to know that, I know that I was the chicken. You put yourself out there, you were committed and I was just puttin' the eggs on the plate. Not the ham because you were the pig. (this catches Callies attentions and she glares at him) I was just involved, but now I'm committed.


Callie: Did you just call me a pig?


George: No...as a metaphor.


Callie: Calling me a pig?


George: No, the point is that you're not the pig anymore. Now I am the pig. I'm the pig. I am the pig. (Callie glares at him and walks away) I...am the pig.


End scene.)


So, context provided, I am ready to begin the transformation process. Into "the pig." It's been (hmmm...?) 2.5 years since I've been a pig at church. Guess I didn't like how that last go turned out. That was the case for many of us exiting that community, and I worry about the others sometimes. How nice it would be to have an art therapy session together someday. In the meantime, I have caught a glimpse of something beautiful in the community at St. Brendan's. Rich & reflective teaching. Can I use the word dialogic? Songs of worship boasting lyrics directly from Scripture & a posture of engaged reverence for a Holy God. Participants diverse in ethnicities, socioeconomic statuses, levels of education, careers, life stages, etc. But uniform in hospitality and acceptance. 


I haven't felt such ease at a church in four years. It probably helps that St. Brendan's meets at a homeless shelter off U St. And given, we've only had four dates. But I have a good feeling. First impressions are telling. As a new friend so eloquently wrote, "a luminous countenance needs little buttressing." True dat, I say. Let's see how the interaction plays out, but I am brimming with gratitude for this first advance. Flowers smell sweeter. (Who am I kidding. DC is flower-less.) Coffee tastes better?