Saturday, July 11, 2009

Guerrilla Spirituality

Exploding inward, splinters of the sanctuary doors pepper the congregation. Footprints smudge into the weave of the red carpet, in the wake of gruff men touting machine guns. Paisley dresses scream, fearful of their wicked intent, pews squeaking as the masses huddle together making smaller targets in their ignorance. Through cigar clenching teeth orders are given, under watchful squinting eyes.

Arms splayed, I leap from the balcony, grasping the twinkling chandelier, riding it downward as wires rip from the ceiling. Feet plant firmly in the chest of the lead guerrilla, driving him unconscious into the ground. Diving behind the pulpit as bullets chew at it's girth, I roll to the choir loft, grasping the flag, brandishing it's golden point as a spear...

I wake from my day dream as the alter call is given, wondering if I should go forward, guilty again of my adolescent wandering mind. I don't know how many times I replayed the same siege as a tween, passing away the minutes until the benediction. What would I do if...but the mercenaries never came. Instead I fiddled with my universal translator trying to get it to explain all the grown up words...sanctification, eschatology, atonement, doxology...searching for salvation.

There was a reason the youth sat in the balcony.

Tonight, Logan is sprinkling cinnamon into the egg mixture, preparing to dip the bread for the french toast. He and T are cooking breakfast for the volunteers tomorrow morning that will serve in environments designed just for each age group. Where the words used are easily understood by little minds.

At 6 AM, he will run into our room and ask if it is time...not to open Christmas or Birthday presents, but to serve. It warms my heart that at a young age, my kids realise it is not about them. I hope it continues.

Rest assured, if the roving band of militant guerrillas bust in the door, I have a plan.

22 comments:

Baino said...

That's why they have Sunday School I guess but its a phenomenon that's fading here. Both my kids were raised as Catholics (longstory)and for some reason there was no Sunday school. They had to sit, be quiet and take in a full Mass . .it would have been way more fun and I think more instructive if they'd had the Sunday School experience. Mmm . .French Toast . .breakfast time down under!

♥ Braja said...

As the introductory post to your blog, this was brilliant :) Damn, I wish my Sunday School days were riddled with such potent daydreams. Or French Toast. Captivating....

Anonymous said...

Well that certainly explains all those "Forrest Gump" expressions I remember seeing on your face. And here I thought there was just something wrong with you...

Wait.

You're not still killing off the overflow communion shots are you?

-DF

lakeviewer said...

Kids will amaze us on how they can accept things. Yours are having a great start, with a wonderful attitude to match.

Megan said...

French Toast!

My childhood parish had Children's Mass in the church basement, while the old folks were doing their thing upstairs. It worked well.

otin said...

The good kid comes from a good household!

Brian Miller said...

we have an amazing kids program...skits, games, music, dancing...rather reminds me of the wiggles at times. but they get it.

@baino - yeah, once out of elementary school we were relegated to big church...thus the onset of day dreaming...yeah it's killing me to smell it right now knowing i have to wait.

@braja - thanks for the warm comments. looking forward to your further adventures...

@df - i seem to remember we both got our fair share of "dirty" looks from the pulpit. communion "clean up" was the best job!

@lakeviewer - yeah, their good kids at heart. i will have them read this next time we are in teh toys store and they forget this lesson...smiles.

@megan - i remember going to the basement of the church for some boys group...rather scary place.

Brian Miller said...

@otin - don't know what happened to me then...maybe the anomoly? lol.

Tom said...

ya gotta get through those sermons any way you can, man!

willow said...

Oh, this brings back so many memories of day dreaming, as I scanning the front of the church, during those extra long sermons. I'll have to admit, I never used the flag as a spear, though.

Lorraine said...

Well now, leave me speechless again, why don't you...All I can think is Thank God :)

J A Harnett-Hargrove said...

Very cinematic, Brian! -Jayne

Valerie said...

Hey Brian, have you ever thought of directing a film?
If I remember rightly (!!) I used to enjoy Sunday School. Kids didn't go to 'big church' unless it was an especially special occasion.
Eee lad, I'm glad you're back in full swing on a proper computer.

Brian Miller said...

@tom - lol. sometimes...

@willow - lol. i take odd comfort that i was not the only one...

@lorraine - ha. very punny.

@jayne - just write what i see in my twisted little mind...smiles. ty.

@val - will stick to writing. maybe i can get Eastwood or Singer to make a movie for me. it is amazing to be back online!

Nancy said...

I can remember a few of those daydreams, and munching on whatever my grandmother or great-aunt had brought for me to eat in her purse to keep me quiet.

Poetikat said...

Oh, I DO know that guilty-minded absenteeism, but we are NOT alone! Our priest once confessed to thinking about his upcoming lunch. We are all human and none moreso than you, Brian, with your small confession and the overflowing love you have for your family. I'm sure with you as an example, they will turn out as fine young men.

Kat

Brian Miller said...

@nancy - lol. i think that is every mothers trick...nabs to the rescue...though those crackers sure make your mouth dry

@kat - smiles.

Joanna Jenkins said...

You are a master daydreamer! What a great imagination beautifully translated into words.

Your kids sound fabulous-- all excited to help others. That's a meaningful lesson to teach them.

Thanks for GREAT read.

Travel & Dive Girl said...

Great post Brian. I was always excited to go to Sunday School, but I too was typically left daydreaming of anywhere but where I should have been. Hmmm, sounds like my daily routine.

Pastor Sharon said...

Great post, Brian. . . and you are right. . . there is a true reason youth have sat and some continue to sit in the balcony. . . BTW, would you all relocate and attend my church. . . you know, just incase of an attack. . . since you have a great plan? :) Oh, and feel free to sit in the balcony!

Lori ann said...

I'm over from Braja, the diamond led me here!

oh my gosh! what writing, that was really wonderful, I daydreamed too in church and Sunday school (a long long time ago) but I don't think ever like that!

Children live what they learn(mostly, and we hope!)Logan sounds like a sweetheart.

sheila said...

I find it ironic that I'm here reading a post about Sunday School when I just posted about sunday school, lol. Weird I tell ya!
I'm over from the link at Braja's. Great post!