5-6 days a week, most of us spend it to produce, and create, stuff close to perfection. Anything less is put to the drawing board, to be reworked and critiqued meticulously.
We drive through jammed packed roads, take public transportation (trains, buses and the subway), clock in our shifts and sit at the desk, or do our chores on platforms wielding tools and whatever in the space we call work.
We clock out and come back home or to rooms and unload if we can by resting, conversation with friends, spend time with family, go out for a drink with buddies, shopping if we still have energy- all in the name of unloading from the space we call work.
And that routine continues, day in and day out, 5-6 days a week.
And on the 7th day when most would have it called a day of rest, and some of us go to Church (as I do), it seems sometimes we play out the same routine of the 5-6 days a week.
Perfection is still the name of the game. Something goes wrong with the P.A. system, or the projector is somehow being its unresponsive self when it is supposed to, or the one on the platform says something not quite to our soothing, a seemingly long pause by the one praying because he/she is at lost of words to speak to God (or maybe for the congregation to hear), children being their normal self and making noise and crying, and in all that chaotic mention of things happening people look back and shake their heads- and here I think, holy space means perfected space like the 5-6 days we encounter every week.
The idea of Sabbath, is supposed to be rest and doing something different from what the 5-6 days we go through. But worship as we call it, becomes like a show and perfection is the name of the game. And the idea of Church being a community, a gathering of people who share the same belief, becomes more like a place where sharing is put to the side. Individualism takes center stage in most cases in gestures that says, “Please respect silence.” (Not that I have anything to discredit why it is needed cause there should be silence when need arises).
But the question I’m posing here is that, why does Church feel like we’re running the perfection game all over again? Where is the space for community? Or has the idea of community something of a foreign concept when it is supposed to define what the word “church” means? Then what is Church supposed to be if it ceases the community element?