Sometimes i think i should just work with people outside the church. They convert me every time.
The thing about being invited to participate in people’s ‘thin places’ in life, in their moments of greatest fragility and pain, is that there is a yearning for a moment of grace which is almost palpable. There’s a desperation for it, so strong it’s almost willed into existence. And if it comes, the relief and thankfulness is overwhelming.
My calcified cynicism is gradually being whittled away.
It is such a privilege to be invited in to curate worship around these moments. The moments in this project that are so holy it scares me are not those that i orchestrate or initiate – they are the unexpected opportunities that get thrust into my path. It’s the invitation that changes my headspace. Rather than inviting people into my territory, i am invited into theirs. I am forced to have the grace and humility of a visitor rather than the ease (and control) of the host.
And again i am thankful for the gift of a project which has empty space built into it.