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Wrestling with Noises in Worship

4/2/2016

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I grew up in south Texas attending a Lutheran congregation with deep German roots. As a young boy—on more than one occasion, by various individuals—I was given the not-so-subtle impression that it was better for me to be asleep and quiet in the pew during worship than awake and possibly disruptive. People were not shy in my home congregation to offer their unsolicited opinions regarding just about anything. It was instilled deep down within me from many in that place—whether it was anyone’s intent or not—that the values of silence and stillness well exceeded those of youthful spontaneity and/or participation. (In hindsight, I think this is an aspect many of us who no longer attend that congregation grieve as damaging to the gospel message proclaimed there.) This, however, did not mean I was always without rowdiness. For an adolescent, sitting still and remaining quiet in worship for an hour or so is a lot to ask—nearly impossible. I can remember with great detail—from numerous repeat offenses—the hastened pathway from our family’s particular pew, out of the sanctuary, through the narthex, and finally outside the building, if ever I got too boisterous and needed a “come-to-Jesus” before returning to worship. My father and I shared many a moments—regardless of the season or weather—outside of that giant white limestone church building, “pondering” the meaning of and necessity for silence in worship. After some “encouragement,” dad and I would rejoin the assembly to—hopefully—finish worship without needing to return outside. Over time—as I better grasped this idea—to be quiet during worship became, for me, synonymous with reverence. I began to think and believe to be a silent attendant was a crucial sign of respect toward God, a requirement for worship—not to mention the opposite reaped whomping consequences—and therefore, anything otherwise was bad in that setting.
       I’ve come, I believe, a long way from there since then. Over time, as I have worshipped in many different settings during college, seminary, and even now as a pastor—encountering all kinds of noises in worship and watching how others in each of those places responded (or not)—I began to look upon “unplanned young outbursts” differently. I can remember on internship talking with my supervisor about how to grow in my liturgical leadership and preaching with confidence, so as to respond not with shame or guilt toward others but continuing forward through the inevitable babies crying, cell phones ringing, and doors slamming. Many times (and it still happens), I would lose my spot or become greatly frazzled by some sudden sound; yet, my hope remains that the focus can stay on the focus—Jesus Christ. I find it somewhere between interesting and disturbing, when talking with colleagues near and far, how others deal with unexpected noises in worship. Some clergy publicly affirm it, others ignore, and yet more than a few have responded with outright shaming. While it may be difficult for me to exercise one end of that spectrum, the other end is, in my opinion, completely inappropriate, a disgrace, and damning to the whole body of Christ. Recently, more and more I have come to see the sanctuary as a place of holy worship that is not immune or removed from normal everyday life—nor should it be. I struggle, off and on, through the sounds—whatever they may be, however, knowing that the absence of those unique sounds would speak gravely to the nature of an individual congregation. My role is not to limit or control the unexpected sounds, but to lead, serve, proclaim, and demonstrate God’s love in, with, and under (good Lutheran theological prepositions) whatever noises may arise.
​       Yet, even as I became more confident in spite of the stirrings of others, my personal congregational heritage tugs at my heartstrings. It’s tough not reverting back to the way I was “taught” regarding silent reverence. Having our toddler, Aidan, in church these past few years has proven to be a new, even more difficult lesson in serving through familiar sounds. I know his particular sounds—what sets him apart from other children—and, though it shouldn’t, it irks me even more than others. As Terrible Three’s commence, and his inability to whisper or sit still coupled with his eagerness to participate increases, I find myself on sharper edge—at times wanting to pull my hair out quicker than it can fall from atop my head. It may sound shocking to hear it, but my congregational heritage of where I grew up is torn—whether right or wrong—when my son, in his most-of-the-time innocence, gets loud and distractive. To be completely honest, I’m not sure I have any compelling wisdom to offer with regards to this topic. Somedays it bothers me worse, somedays less. I raise this whole subject, not to be rude or judgmental toward others with young, rambunctious children, nor to imply such attendants should be asleep or absent—may it never be so where I serve—but only to speak honestly in a public means about a deep-seeded struggle I have, one which (ironically) often greatly reminds me of my younger self. The church will never (correction: should never) be free from noises—its part of the beauty of how this sacred place is interconnected with our daily lives beyond those walls. Likewise, we (me included) need to be more understanding of the short attention spans of our younger attendants. Perhaps, this is just one of those aspects of worship I—and we all—will have to continually wrestle with over time, compassionately hanging on for the rough and rowdy ride as the Holy Spirit leads and guides us through what it means to be the church, noises and all.
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Michael link
4/2/2016 10:46:10 am

The joys of youth in our worship. I know my sons tried my patience on the same way, thankfully Jeannine helped me just focus on the heart of love in the midst of worship.

Your son is a breath of fresh air every day, hope he always is energetic during service.....

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Laurel G
4/2/2016 12:14:14 pm

I suspect the desired quiet and minimal behavioral disturbance have been achieved in that congregation of your childhood. 🤔

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    I by no means have all the answers. As one who wrestles with his faith regularly, I bring with me tons of questions. I believe asking questions is a good and necessary part of our faith and life together. I also believe Christ calls us to question all those things that don't make sense. God has created us to think, to learn, and to grow. As I seek to question things I don't understand, may the Holy Spirit fill you also with a yearning to ask the tough questions in your life.

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