So I got up in church today and talked.
No, I didn’t speak in tongues, or roll around or exhort folks to tear off their clothes, or anything interesting like that.
I was up there talking about Alpha.
Alpha is a course of Christian education classes designed by the Rev. Nicky Gumble in the UK. It consists (at least in our local rendition of it) of 11 weekly classes, plus a retreat weekend. Each weekly class consists of dinner and a “movie” (a lecture by Nicky on some element of Christian thought, largely derived, frankly, from C.S. Lewis), and then a small group discussion. It’s designed to be non-denominational, and it’s not even required that you be Christian, just interested in learning about it from a source somewhat more sophisticated than the “700 Club.” There’s even child care.
Margie and I did the Alpha course at Good Shepherd last spring. It was the fifth time it had been done there, and enough folks had talked about how great it was that we independently decided it was something worth going to. It also seemed like a good way to get to know fellow parishioners.
So we did that thing, and it was fun, and educational, and we did get to know folks better, and, by the bye, Margie did the cooking, two, dinners for seventy in a kitchen that is not much more hefty than the average home kitchen.
And now, with the new year coming up, we’ve a new class starting, and Margie’s going to be cooking again (though not attending), and I’m going to be one of the small group facilitators. And this was my week to get up during the Announcements and encourage those in the congregation interested in attending to do so.
Okay, I’m not a proselytizing kind of guy. I am a big believer in folks finding their own spiritual paths, that the responsibility is on each individual to seek out the truth. And good things like that. While I’ve not kept secret in this blog about what I believe, and what I do about it, I’ve never expected that would lead to folks joining our church any more than I’d expect my mentioning that I’m a big fan of Old Vine Zinfandel to lead anyone to start drinking wine if they didn’t like it. Though you really should …
That having been said, if anyone who’s reading this is actually in the Denver area, and has any interest in learning more about this thing, let me know. I know there are perhaps better ways you could spend a Monday evening — but that’s what VCRs are for, right?
Anyway, end of post. Just a slice o’ life.