There is a church called Church of The Savior in Cleveland Heights near my house. This church is a tall and imposing building that I often drove by as a kid. I never attended a service because I am not a methodist but I always admired the structure. My sister got married in the church when I was nine years old. During the wedding preparation, I would continually get lost in the church. I remember one day as I was wandering about the church trying to find where I was supposed to be, I stumbled into the sanctuary. The sanctuary…


I sit in my sister’s purple room on her swing chair. The music is playing from my phone and it fills the whole room. It swells out into the room and eventually drowns out the sounds of the living room, my dogs, and the voices of my family members. The “familiar secular world”(Swain 117) fell away. The voices of the mass, the entire unity of the full mass, and the dynamics throughout the songs are like waves that rise and fall with the chant. This experience echoed what Kirkman said of the mass, “Through the agency of the cyclic Mass…


In the Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis, there is a letter written by a demon talking about how to best tempt humans. The demon says that the best way to capture the heart of the Christian is to trick them into thinking that posture does not matter — that praying with adoration or veneration in our actions is irrelevant. The demon says that if humans can be convinced that it is worthless, the posture of our heart will be distorted, and reaching out to God will be harder for the Christian. …


These past few weeks as we have been learning complex ideas; I continually find myself relating them to truths that I have heard from a time when I was young. The continuity of truth prevails. I once read a story about Christians that I think is relevant to this week’s teaching. It was a bit of a strange story, but it illustrated concepts in a simple almost intentionally ham-fisted way for children to understand. The story was about humans becoming a part of the church of Christ; the story told of individuals that willingly decided to become a part of…


As a child in Sunday school, you learn many things that go in one ear and out the other. There is one message that I remember nestled amongst the memories of my floral covered teacher, Sunday school sweets, and overly peppy songs; It is a mantra that has defined much of my life. The message was, “We are created to worship.” My teacher taught us this at a time when I was too immature to understand its weight. My immediate interpretation of the phrase led me to a deep form of confusion as to why an all-powerful God would create…


They all rose and then fell at different beats of the drum. As the intensity of the music increased they moved their feet in perfect time; they pumped their arms to yet another line of rhythm in the same song. Their hips swayed up and down. The young men bent to the ground and then seemingly effortlessly would launch themselves into the air. Men and women alike wore blue and green fabric that matched the vibrancy of their dance. The dance itself, as it relates to the music, is never rehearsed. The steps and the movements are a heritage passed…

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