worship looks like this
So much to say about Sunday worship at Galileo Church. It’s beautiful, as beautiful as we can make it, in honor of our God-Who-Is-Beautiful.
It’s dimly lit, with candle flame and twinkly lights and grandma’s lamps, so we can settle down and simply be.
It tastes delicious, with bread and cup offered in memory of Jesus every week. He ate all the time, with everybody, and asked us to remember him this way. So we do. (All, absolutely all, are welcome at that table. It’s not really ours, you know?)
It’s energized with music, acoustic and lively, or acoustic and quiet, whichever works best in the moment. The musicians are careful not to overpower our voices while we sing to the One who made us and knows us and loves us best of all.
We mean to bring our whole selves to worship, so we don’t sit still very long. We pray with our hearts and with our bodies – simple postures to help us engage.
We read the Bible, even (and especially) the parts we don’t like. (E.g. “Love your enemies.” Seriously?) The Rev. preaches, but it’s not what you think. More questions than answers; more honest talk than you’re used to, probably. We laugh a lot; we cry when the time is right.
There’s always time in the liturgy to reflect on what you’ve heard and sung and prayed. Usually the reflection is guided — write something, draw something, make something, break something. You’ll have to get up to do it, whatever it is.
There’s a wall where you can leave your written prayers, and where you can pray for everybody else’s written prayers. Pillows for kneeling. We’ll wait for you to finish.
We make generosity easy with a Paypal swiper to receive financial gifts. When the basket goes by, and a couple of kids put in their quarters and a couple of old(er) people put in actual paper checks, you can put in a card that says, “I gave electronically.” Or a card that says, “I gave my heart and prayers to Galileo Church this week.” Or “I gave to the world in amazing ways you haven’t thought of yet.” Everybody has something to give. Everybody.
Kids are welcome. Babies are welcome. Toddlers are welcome. Even the tired ones, the runny-nosed ones, the squirmy ones. Bring ’em on. We have marker boards and markers for kids who like to draw and write and play hangman during worship, and a “toddler corral” for the ones who are mobile and not ready to sit through the whole thing.
You wear what you want. You take some responsibility for making sure you’re really there. You decide, if it’s not working for you, not drawing your heart near to the heart of God, to do something else. Go outside for a minute. Get a cup of coffee in the back. Take your shoes off. Offer to hold a baby not your own. Do something — the time is valuable, and God wants you near, and this is our whole purpose in life — to glorify God and enjoy God forever. Let’s get after it.
Oh, and lots of people go out to dinner with each other after. #nomnom