Sunday Sulk...
Sometimes we're pretty full on Sunday's. Sometimes we're pretty empty. Mostly we're somewhere in between. Well today we were pretty empty. I know it isn't about numbers. I know there is the danger of a pride thing going on. Everything that could go wrong went wrong - yeah I know it isn't important, but tonight I feel vulnerable - I laugh outwardly but in reality I'm suffering a Sunday sulk!
I haven't been responsible for Sunday morning for a couple of weeks so I've had time, space to be a little more creative. U2's "Peace on Earth" with a loop of war, war graves and poppies made for a good space of reflection. Kids and balloons. Video clips from "To End All Wars". Verbally I tried to paint a picture of reconciliation using imagery from the story of Jacob and Esau. You know today I really tried but it felt that no-one turned up to the party! It was really hard work.
But...
As Kate and I talk - I remember the guys from our detox centre leaving early - beaming and waving mouthing to me 'thanks'. Ok that was encouraging, last week they cowered at their first ever experience of church. I tell Kate of a conversation I had with someone damaged from another church that images of Jacob and Esau opened. Ok that was encouraging. At least unlike last week everyone I speak to doesn't burst into tears! that was encouraging!
So I come to a conclusion. What isn't encouraging is that you'd think I'd have grown out of the need for a pat on the back!!
Sulk to self-chatisement in one blog!
:o)
I haven't been responsible for Sunday morning for a couple of weeks so I've had time, space to be a little more creative. U2's "Peace on Earth" with a loop of war, war graves and poppies made for a good space of reflection. Kids and balloons. Video clips from "To End All Wars". Verbally I tried to paint a picture of reconciliation using imagery from the story of Jacob and Esau. You know today I really tried but it felt that no-one turned up to the party! It was really hard work.
But...
As Kate and I talk - I remember the guys from our detox centre leaving early - beaming and waving mouthing to me 'thanks'. Ok that was encouraging, last week they cowered at their first ever experience of church. I tell Kate of a conversation I had with someone damaged from another church that images of Jacob and Esau opened. Ok that was encouraging. At least unlike last week everyone I speak to doesn't burst into tears! that was encouraging!
So I come to a conclusion. What isn't encouraging is that you'd think I'd have grown out of the need for a pat on the back!!
Sulk to self-chatisement in one blog!
:o)
Comments
Thank-you for sharing this it is helpful because we all have those Sunday's when we think "why did we bother getting out of bed?"
John Maxwell tells us that "encouragement is oxygen for the soul" and I am a true believer in this, so it is not immature to want to have a bit of a pat on the back occassionally. I think we have a lonely job at times, some days you feel as though it is all give and no-one at the other end gives back to us.... then something happens and makes it all worthwhile... May I encourage you, that your writing encourages me.
God Bless and rest well
Glenda
Now, before I give the impression that I'm trying to sound uber-spiritual, I will freely admit that any such reflection usually comes about after I finish sulking ;). So you're in good company - at least it's a question that you wrestle with! A lot of folks never make it that far!