Our building is often used for meetings not on a Sunday - some we are involved in, and some that happen around us, and which we are happy to host and facilitate. And over the last few weeks we have had some meetings dealing with some difficult and painful issues; our Creative Conversation event the other week, considering issues of terrorism that was "dangerous" enough that various authorities tried to stop it happening, this weekend a conversation around issues of sexuality and how Baptists can learn to talk well
It delights me that we can offer space and time for people to meet and explore, and even take risk.
And I find myself pondering what is the connection be tween these kind of events and our gatherings on Sundays, when we meet to worship, to listen and talk, to share bread and wine?
What, if anything, is risky and dangerous about our gatherings for worship; where do we allow - explore - vulnerability? How do we explore difference and discover how to be honest with ourselves, each other and God? How might we be having conversations that are engaged enough and challenging enough to mean that others want to stop us?
There is quotation from the writer Annie Dillard that I love - and that challenges me whenever I reflect on leading or participating in worship
It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping God may wake someday and take offense, or the waking God may draw us out to where we can never return.