Psalm 122

I was glad when they said to me,
   â€˜Let us go to the house of the Lord!
’ Psalm 122:1

(Read all of Psalm 122 here.)

As a child, when we went to church, I was often reminded that we were going to the “House of the Lord.” I learned to speak of the church as the place where God dwelled and lived. There were things we wouldn’t do in the Lord’s house–ways we wouldn’t talk or think or act, because they are particularly disrespectful to do in the House of the Lord.

As an adult who works in faith formation, I try to not use that language in that particular way. It’s not that I don’t think church is a special place where we meet God; it’s not that I don’t think God dwells at church.

It’s that I believe that God is not bound to the church building; that God can hear the words we use and the thoughts we think even when we aren’t at church; that God dwells in our very selves (hearts?).

All my pastoring life, I have tried to find the theological phrasing/living that acknowledges the church building as a special, sacred place, but not the only special, sacred place. To keep the building from seeming like or becoming an idol of sorts. To help people understand what it means that God is with us not just at church, but at work, at play, at the bar, at the shelter.

Yes, this building is the house of the Lord, but so are you.

And then came 2020.

And I suppose we have all had to examine and consider what we believe it means to go to the house of the Lord.

Yesterday, at Peace, we worshiped in the parking lot at 9:00 a.m. We used our new FM transmitter and sound booth. I had a window to look out and see all the cars, filled with the faithful, gathered for worship. I miss the pulpit and pews, but I am so grateful for people who are willing to worship differently to keep the most vulnerable among us safe and included. I received many kind words after that service–gratitude from people who had been able to come to the house of the Lord.

We worshiped on Zoom at 11:00 a.m. We’ve been doing this since March 22, every Sunday at 11:00. Last week after the service, I reflected on how much better we’ve gotten at Zoom Worship since we began, as we have learned to mute and un-mute and read off the slides on the screen. And then yesterday was kind of a mess, at least for the beginning of the service, as some slides had become out of order and a reader forgot to print her script for the candle lighting. But when it was over, people believed they had been to the house of the Lord and were grateful for their time together in worship.

Yesterday afternoon (and between the services in the morning), about 30 families drove through the parking lot to pick up their Advent boxes filled with supplies to lead them in prayer activities and supplies for upcoming worship services. They would drive up and I would bring out their box. We’d chat about how things are going. Some brought their dogs for me to gush about. Some gave me updates about loved ones or particular situations. Some asked if we could pray together. This, too, was coming to the house of the Lord.

And when they open their boxes at home and take out the first activity, and consider scripture and pray and do something that helps them connect to others from church (even if it’s just that they are participating in the same activity), this too will be a visit to the house of the Lord.

Maybe this is the year we begin to understand what it means that God is with us and the house of the Lord is where we are seeking God.

I was glad when they said to me,
   â€˜Let us go to the house of the Lord!
’ Psalm 122:1