My primary workplace complaint is that there is no [even moderately] acceptable place for sun and books to converge on my lunch hour. I could walk a block and sit outside the pizza place, but that would require the expenditure of unhad funds and the intake of unjustifiable foods.
Today I resorted to crouching [unprofessionally] behind my car in the parking lot - balanced precariously on a curb far too narrow for sitting – and scarfing forty pages.
Tomorrow I might bring a lawn chair.
"Many aspects of our worship are counter-cultural: silence, penitence, disciplined waiting, re-centered observance of holidays. By these impositions, our worship does not conform to our cultural or personal preferences. Instead we are asked to conform to its rhythm. In this we remember our place as strangers on this earth and in this place. When we don’t “feel like it” or struggle with doubts, the corporate directedness (sit, stand, say this, etc.) and cycle of the Church calendar can provide a framework for exercising what little faith we may have, reinforced by the greater Body of believers – those sitting next to us, as well as those who’ve gone before us. In this way we engage in spiritual calisthenics, submitting ourselves to the shaping work of corporate spiritual exercise."
Worship is an excellent reminder that we aren't called to be confined by our expectations and preferences, but transformed by another force entirely.
