A sweaty mess . . .

A couple of days worth of intense prayer are needed to prepare for a meeting here tomorrow night. The leaders of the church are meeting with a faction of people who have made pests of themselves through gossip, slander, and dissension within the body. We are meeting for the purpose of bringing closure and correction. This is the messy stuff of living in community. It's the messy stuff that happens when you avoid doing the maintenance of relationships because it involves uncomfortable confrontation at times. It's the messy stuff that people continue to leave the modern church over. It's important, and I'm glad we're doing it, because it shows me that we may still have hope, but it's painful.

I do wonder, though, if everything goes fabulously well tomorrow night, is this the kind of church I am supposed to be a part of? I have to admit that I'm not highly motivated to remain faithful to my calling in this place right now. I struggle to last through the day in the office. I want to get out and clear my head. Part of me wants to get out and clear my head by stuffing pizza in my mouth, and another part of me wants to get out and clear my head by going to the gym. Hmmm, pizza or perspiration? Perspiration, definitely.

I'm listening to Sting's first CD after he left the Police - The Dream of the Blue Turtles. Great record. A little melancholy, a little flighty fun, a little dramatic.