Friday, 12 March 2010

The Flabby Body of Christ. Why is church so dull? A psychotherapist diagnoses the Sunday ritual.

When a friend showed me this article recently, I thought I would share it with those of you who also regularly pass through my blog. If you've been here before, you'll see a very familiar theme in "The Flabby Body of Christ."

As this is not mine, I will share only the opening paragraph with you to tickle your interest, and then ask that you continue reading via the link to the original site. In this way I hope to give credit where credit is due. 
CHURCH is boring. I don’t ever recall hopping out of bed on Sunday morning jazzed about the sermon, even when the preacher was good. I’ve never driven to church in anticipation of hearing the choir or the worship band, even when they included remarkable musicians. When I went, it was to see my friends. I wanted to talk. Sunday school and Bible study were okay, but breezeway and parking lot conversations were the most invigorating.  My utmost communion with the Body of Christ didn’t even happen on the church premises. That happened in some loud restaurant that offered free refills of Diet Coke that helped me power on past noon and large portions that would render me unconscious fifteen minutes after I got home.
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Stephen W. Simpson is a psychologist, writer and professor at Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena, California.