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Join Us For Michelle Church In A Soulless Hotel Room

As I write this I am sitting on my comfortable bed in a Marriott Hotel in California. Maybe it’s something about the soulless hotel room that somehow robs me of the words I love so much. Who’s to say?

What I know for sure is that over the last three days I’ve set at the feet of master teachers and communed with like-minded individuals. It is for further training in my career that I am here, and though I miss Mr Dreamboat, there’s no other place I’d rather be. I feel both full and empty, full of love and light and possibility… and empty of coherent thought.

Or maybe that’s just the soulless room talking.

These last three days have taught me things I never knew and reminded me in a powerful way of things I already did. Perhaps what’s come most clearly into focus is that knowing a truth is quite different than knowing about it. If I am not living it, the depth of the knowing is of little worth.

If I preach judge not and yet I judge, I don’t know it’s true. If I say kindness is the best of all attributes but I am miserly and mean, what is it I really know?

It is of little concern to me to what particular religion you subscribe. What it is I’m far more curious about is how you live, how you love and what beliefs are so deep in your soul that you don’t just know about them, but you breathe them into your life and the lives of those with whom you cross paths.

This week I’ve been reminded of the things that I know about and the things I wish to bind with my DNA in a way that is everlasting. I want to live in such a way that when we meet you feel cared for and loved.

These days I concern myself less with “the great mysteries” I’ve yet to divine, and more with the simple things that really matter to me. I gather these things along the way and with a little luck and a lot of perseverance, they won’t just be a few nice thoughts in my collection, but they will equal a life of knowing the things that really matter.

Whatever your truth, live it. Whatever your beliefs, share them with others by living them. And whatever you know about, be about.

Like, share, comment, tweet and can I get an amen?

Of Three Year Olds, Reverence & Snacks ~ How I Do Church

I’ve been asked to teach the three year old children at church today. I really like the three year olds, especially because I only teach them on occasion. Keeps it fresh, you know? My job, or “calling” as it is known in my religion, is to be the permanent person on call to help out with the children if someone is out of town or otherwise indisposed. This calling suits me just fine. It allows me to stay somewhat unaffiliated, if you will. I go ~ most of the time ~ I observe, I leave.

What I like best about the three-year-old “Sunbeam” class is that they’re prone to do whatever the h*!! they want and without apology. Regardless of how often you tell them it’s not appropriate to take off your shoes at church, pick your nose or perhaps even attempt to disrobe entirely, they’re gonna do what they please, probably under a chair, either with a mischievous grin or a power-struggle grimace on their faces, depending on how harshly they’ve been reprimanded in the past.

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You can only keep this up for so long.

There is little risk of a harsh reprimand from me. I totally get it. Shoes can be uncomfortable, even unnatural. Sometimes the floor is more relaxing, it grounds us really. And honestly, couldn’t we all use a little snack time and a little lie down after hours of trying to be upright citizens in the Kingdom of God? I know I could.

After affirming that I am indeed in town and am happy to teach the Sunbeams, I asked what lesson it is I am to teach. It’s all on-line now and a mere tap of the keys will get me the lesson material. I was informed I would be teaching Lesson 38: I Can Be Reverent. Sure, we can do that. No problem.

Okay. We’ve got something to work with here. I’m all over it. As a matter of fact, sometimes I think this is my calling because it’s about my spiritual speed; About every 6-ish weeks I get a call asking if I can teach. I may or may not be in town. When I am in town I happily agree to help. And truthfully, I prefer the childish atmosphere and teaching style over the adults’. Hands down. All day long. Every time. A child might get a little snotty sometimes, but they don’t really mean it. Adults can be, well… I like kids a lot.

I’ve come to a place in my life where I understand things aren’t black and white. There’s not really good and bad. There’s not a line in the sand. That said, there ARE choices that make us happier or sadder. There are actions we take that have negative consequences and thought patterns and behaviors that will bring us joy and peace. But the variables are many and life is an individual event.

There is no team in the word DIE. There is, however, a single “I”. We’re on our own.

What I know for sure is that being kind, sitting on the floor and eating a cracker with a three year old is a good way to spend one’s time and I am looking forward to it.

At the end of my brief text conversation about teaching today I had just one thing to add, and this is an exact quote, “If you don’t mind, I’ll amend the lesson to be; “I can be reverent, but that’s just one of my options.”

Fortunately, I got the okay.