Passing the Plate
Once again, Jeremy Huggins has some brilliant musings, this time on passing the plate, humping Darwin-fish, Easter, and how they're all related:
Last Sunday, my church held its Easter service at a neighborhood museum, which was very confusing, not because of the new location but because of the bronzed Darwin-Fish Humping a Sandbag sculptures just outside the front doors. I can describe the sculptures for you, but five days since my first encounter and I still can't explain them. Perhaps I should just take a picture and let you interpret (one at a time, of course, and orderly, lest the stranger be confused).Do yourself a favor and go read the whole thing... [yes, he has posted pictures].
I'll be the first to admit that "church" can be confusing sometimes, and not just for the uninitiated, the disenfranchised, and the adherents to the Cult of the Fertile Sandbag. Sometimes I don't know how best to respond. During Sunday's service, when the normal time for the offering plate to come around came around, I realized I had earlier used my last shekels on cigarettes and coffee, but I did have in my bag some tenderable good: decision time: I quickly summoned up everything I could recall from my seminary ethics class, but I couldn't recount anything that would help me determine the morality or lack thereof of placing a winning $5 scratch ticket in the offering plate.
And then, as so rarely happens in these matters, the decision was made for me. The pastor had decided (in my mind, a beautiful decision) not to take up any offering lest those who visit church once a year associate the hearing of the gospel with payment. Times like that, I'm terribly fond of the church.