Thinking about the many people who went to church today or yesterday
Either in traditional church settings with pews, hymnals, choirs, preachers, teachers, Sunday going to meetin clothes
Or who gathered by two's (Holy Spirit and me), three's, etc at St. Paul of the Pillows, Couch of he Catheral, Bedside Baptist
In relative comfort while somebody somewhere else with neither pew nor sofa, bed nor bench, choir nor radio or dvd, and no walls of their own mumbled or mouthed a barely audible or silent prayer to God that nobody at "church" heard while their music blasted, the preacher preached "the word of God", the members yelled
In preparation for more comfort for me.Thinking about how uncomfortable, comfortable church folk are with being uncomfortable and with the uncomfortables among us.
"Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun: I saw the tears of the oppressed— and they have no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors— and they have no comforter." Eccl 4:1