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On Sunday, I returned to the church building to preside over the Eucharist for the 1st time.
While my time at the Table felt natural & right, the experience of manufacturing a church service for people on the other side of the camera was, to put it mildly, disturbing.
While my time at the Table felt natural & right, the experience of manufacturing a church service for people on the other side of the camera was, to put it mildly, disturbing.
For those who don't know me well, some backstory:
I'm a pro at being in front of a camera. I got PR training at 11. I've done more interviews & performances than I can count. My discomfort wasn't due to lack of experience.
It was about the distortion of the context.
I'm a pro at being in front of a camera. I got PR training at 11. I've done more interviews & performances than I can count. My discomfort wasn't due to lack of experience.
It was about the distortion of the context.
On Sunday, we created an illusion.
I don't know how to say it any other way.
For the comfort of those watching, we performed something that we, ourselves, were not experiencing: joy. A sense of togetherness. Happiness.
It was exhausting. Disheartening.
I don't know how to say it any other way.
For the comfort of those watching, we performed something that we, ourselves, were not experiencing: joy. A sense of togetherness. Happiness.
It was exhausting. Disheartening.
And I'm left with this question:
Is this what God is calling me––us––to?
Is this the work of the church? To create illusion?
Is this what God is calling me––us––to?
Is this the work of the church? To create illusion?
