"With Jesus in the boat, we can smile at the storm..." So sang the children after constructing their craft. It tied in with the simplicity of a weekend's teaching that apologised for being theological.
Its often good when we are moved out of our comfort zones but we need substance to get into. When that substance is lacking and the gospel is dumbed down and worship is accompanied by loud repetitive noise though, rather than opening up to new experience, shutting down is more likely.
I knew I wasn't entirely comfortable with my weekend experience but it takes me a while to process these things and its only today that I've been able to articulate the problem for me. I don't buy into that idea of saying something often enough so that it becomes truth or with leaving intellect out of faith. There was a time when I did. But not any more. I need more than that. It was great to network and, in the spaces to get down to some nitty gritty with friends and colleagues. That in itself would be good enough. But I have to admit that much of the rest made me squirm and, for that, I am not going to apologise. I give thanks for the love and sharing I encountered and refuse to feel inadequate about not being able to get into a state of rapture that was beyond me. Worship can't always be quiet and reflective but, for me, it must always have substance and challenge. The God to whom we offer our worship is a God of unfathomable mystery. I'd rather flounder in plumbing that depth than wade in the shallows.