Having left Good Shepherd, I don't have a place to worship. Last Sunday, while it was nice to sleep in, I felt at loose ends. Something was missing. I'm used to experiencing the Word and the Meal. It wasn't there. I was away for four weeks last summer, but that was different. I knew I was returning. Now I've cut my ties (probably, perhaps, I think, maybe).
I thought, based on what I described in my update, I might be able to return soon to worship without being involved in the church council. But I'm told that Tuesday's church council meeting was quite contentious. I don't want to walk back into that, even if I'm not involved directly.
A former Good Shepherd member, who left last summer, told me that God is everywhere, so not being in church is not a problem. Yes, God is everywhere, but it's not the same as being in a worship service.
Tahoe Mom had a marvelous post about keeping sabbath in which she said that after leaving her church she used Sundays to reflect, meditate, walk, hike, or sit by the fire or on her deck. I fully understand and appreciate that.
Yet there is an ancient Christian tradition that is as old as the church itself in which the in which the Assembly comes together to hear the Word and share in the Bread and the Wine. That has been a cornerstone of my week since I found liturgical Christianity in 1996.
I miss it. I need to find a way to return to it.