It's a little after 7:00 a.m. and I am doing what I usually do on Sunday mornings -- getting ready to leave the house for church. And thinking about others who are and are not doing the same thing.
For some, the next few hours will be a time of deep, rich engagement with God, through communal music and prayer and scripture and preaching.
For others, the same outward activities will conceal an inner experience of busy-ness and preoccupation, or hassle and nuisance, or turmoil and unrest, or boredom and irritation.
For others, the morning will be a time for social connection, in the hallways before worship and at the coffee hours after.
And for many, many others, whatever is taking place in houses of worship this morning remains completely irrelevant to their conscious lives.
Having been all of those people at various points in my adult life, I find myself now unable to pinpoint what it is that makes the difference.
I don't believe that God calls some to worship and others, not, so it isn't God.
I don't believe that the entire responsibility lies with those who lead worship, whether pastors or musicians or liturgists, who on any given day may be more or less well prepared, more or less aware of the movement of the congregation as a whole, more or less attuned to individual nuances in behavior or response.
And I don't believe that it all falls on the congregation or the individuals who make it up ~ or don't ~ and who bring to worship, or to whatever else they are doing with their morning, whatever it is they have to bring.
I do believe that I should have a better handle on this, though.