"For one day in Thy courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of the Lord than to dwell in the tents of ungodliness." Ps. 84:10
Amidst all the recent turmoils of my life, everything comes back to this. There is NO place I would rather be. Nothing takes my mind off of my troubles and makes me feel more alive than being in the Lord's house. Whether I serve as thurifer, crucifer, MC, or merely sit in a pew, I am filled with the consolation of the Holy Spirit, with a sense of complete belonging and purpose, which I struggle to find in the outside world.
I am ever mindful of the words of the Mother Abbess in "The Sound of Music:" "These walls were not meant to shut out your problems. You've got to face them." (cue "Climb Ev'ry Mountain.) Surely, I do sometimes seek refuge in the Church, but for me, the Church is much more than just "a shelter in time of storm." One of the most ancient and fundamental questions of Man is, "Why am I here?" I find this answer whenever I walk into a Church or perform some service in association with the Church. I am normally inclined neither to manual labor or to customer service jobs (being a homosexual and an introvert,) but in service of God and His Church, I sometimes find myself doing (and enjoying) things I would not normally do. Two particular instances spring immediately to mind (and on further reflection, several from years past, also):
On Saturday morning, 11/03/2012, we celebrated the Requiem Mass for a beloved member of our parish. About four years ago, the first time I really met Richard was when I volunteered to help with some work being done at our recently adopted Mission Church of St. James the Less. I spend a day on my knees pulling nails and staple from the floorboards in the old Sexton's Cottage, and I had a blast doing it, because the property was such an gem, and I was willing to help in any way possible to restore it to full functioning in service to God and His people. Service and Fellowship made the day. And I went on to do several more days of service there, raking leaves, cleaning pews in the old stone church, and working with youth at a summer camp. What blessed times they were.
The other thing that comes to mind is a few months ago, when I dropped into the Church Office one morning for some brief business, and when I was done, volunteers wore beginning to set up for the Food Cupboard, a ministry providing food to the needy. Having some time on my hands, I decided to stay and help. Not once did I get farther than the Parish Hall, but being with fellow parishioners and helping the needy was enough. There was no need for me to step into the Church -- just being present to help God's people and know their welfare was provided for was quite enough. I enjoyed talking to some folks I hadn't much conversation with previously, and I received a blessing from being part of the community and serving those in need.
Of course, Worship and Prayer make me feel welcomed, loved, and cared for, but those are the obvious. The full meaning of Psalm 84 doesn't come to understanding without remembering those simple things I've mentioned. In these times of turmoil, it is important that I remember also the words of the General Thanksgiving, said at the conclusion of the Daily Offices: "We bless thee for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life..."
God created me. God has preserved me, despite my attempts by deliberation and recklessness at the contrary. God has blessed me by putting many people into my life who care about and support me. God has given us Jesus Christ, His only Son, who gave us the ability to literally kneel before His Throne of Grace and worship Him in the Blessed Sacrament (more on that in a future post).
So, I therefore give thanks on this anniversary of my birth.
(Apologies if some thoughts aren't completely fleshed out, but I thought it better to post something rather than my usual nomos of sitting on it until it was perfect...I'm sure my professors wish I had done the same in college!)