Everyone has reasons for not going to Sunday service. You could list five in the time it takes me to finish this sentence. But allow me a moment to ponder why crossing the street for Sunday is worth your while. And I’ll do this list like Letterman used to read his list, from the tenth to the first.
10. You won’t have to run through one more spin cycle of news and social media. This reason alone will warm the cold blood in anyone’s veins.
9. You have a reason for putting off the laundry. Don’t worry about what you’ll wear.
8. You get out of the house and step into another realm entirely. I’d call it the realm of peace and resistance.
7. You become part of a worldwide resistance movement to reductionist formulas that oppressively consign you to a label.
6. You join the ranks of the poets and the prophets. Who can’t benefit by recitation of such? Shakespeare himself was weaned on the scriptures with their cadence and vision of common folk confronting the powerful for righteous cause.
5. Music. You may not be able to sing but you’ll hear someone sing. And music and singing is a shot of love, infused into your weekly life that too often depletes you.
4. Friends. Loneliness has always been and is an epidemic. Getting out of your residence and into the sacred space of Sunday means connecting with others. And these are not bar flies or fly-by-nights. These are people who are looking for that little light in themselves and others.
3. Rest. One hour of rest from all the voices in your head and all the tasks on your to-do list. Sabbath rest is deep and rhythmically aligns us with the rhythm of the cosmos and the Holy.
2. Service. In a community of faith, opportunities arise to help heal the world. So not only are you part of a great resistance movement, you are part of healing instead of harming the world.
1. G-O-D. I hyphenate here to simply say the word is nearly too holy to be pronounced, not in an effort to spell it. Because it is so overused in our O-M-G culture, it is nearly impossible to understand. But the word love is also overused. No reason to give up using it or G-O-D. Crossing the street for Sunday means risking that you will be found, embraced by the Loving Good Shepherd.
Take that risk. Cross the street. Drive in, metro in, walk, ride a shuttle. We’re across the street from The Wharf. We’ve been in DC since 1857. Right now, we are one year out from completing our new church on the corner of 7th and Maine. You can find us at Jefferson Middle School at 10 a.m. ~See you Sunday