I don’t know what it is and I’m not sure I’ve always felt it… But church often makes me feel lonely.
On expressing this rather clumsily to someone one morning, he asked if I meant that our church wasn’t friendly enough. But I don’t think so… It almost seems to be the opposite. Or something.
Its got to be true that for those who don’t go home to a bustling family dinner, Sunday can be a killer. I’ve definitely sometimes associated this Sunday-loneliness with that. But I’m aware that at times, its not something that would be cured with an invite to join others’ bustle.
I wonder if it would be cured had I my own bustling brood to provide for. I’d definitely have less time to think about it, that’s for sure.
But I don’t know.
Church for me often stirs up longing that I can’t quite put my finger on, can’t quite find a name for. A longing for more? More what?