So I’m still thinking about this “all meeting together in one place” Pentecost situation, probably because [confession] people drive me crazy. (That’s the nicest way to put it.)
I’m not sure I could have survived fifty days between the Resurrection and Pentecost in a room with my fellow church members, let alone Peter, Mary, and other confused friends of Jesus. I’m sometimes not sure I can survive even a single Sunday morning
But I’m reminded of a line from Kathleen Norris’s Amazing Grace, where she is talking about her own church community:
We are not individuals who have come together because we are like-minded. That is not a church, but a political party. (p. 272)
Norris’s suggestion is a provocative one, isn’t it? If we were all in agreement on everything, if we didn’t drive each other crazy, it might make the days pass more pleasantly. I like the sound of that. But are we still a church? I’m not so sure.