we carry in our bodies the death

I went to church today for the first time since..um.. 1997? And certainly it’s been 10 years since I participated in Communion of any kind.

It was a mixed experience. In a lot of ways this place reminded me of the church I attended in the early 90s; the rock ‘n’ roll worship music, the young leadership. I hope it’s not as rotten at the core as that scene was. However, the music was survivable (although not good) and the teaching made sense. You can always hook me in with a big extended metaphor, though, and this guy was good at that.

As usual, however, I was sucker punched by the spiritual energy of the experience and ran out a bit early to avoid the howdy-handshake post-church scene. Instead, I had a large and gratifying burrito experience at Taco Mesa.

Afterwards a bit of attempted social intercourse, which lately feels very false and depressing to me.

9 thoughts on “we carry in our bodies the death

  1. when i was in phoenix i strongly had the urge to go to a mass at the church i grew up in. i didn’t go, but i wish i had. i’m not sure why i felt this urge since i’m not particularly religious these days.. but i still wish i had.

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