We’d need a place for this. Hopefully a place that is beautiful. My old church would be perfect. So would the Quaker meeting house here in town. Some place like those.
This place would be open for five hours on Sunday afternoons. A curator or spiritual guide would open and close each week. Come and go as you like. Come for thirty minutes or stay for the entire time.
There would be art supplies. There would be books. There would be tables with pens and paper. I would probably donate a drafting set and a copy of Euclid. There would be beads to make rosaries or maybe you just want to slide beads onto a string while staring out the window. Some people might bring things unique to their journey, so the room would be filled with a diverse collection of catalysts to fire the imagination, inspire conversation, make us think, lead us into prayer, or just help us quiet down and get through an afternoon without all the noise.
Some people would gather and talk. Others would want to be alone. Whatever you need. It would be our Sabbath place. A place for laying down burdens. No agendas. No labels. All would be welcome. We wouldn’t care what you believe or don’t believe.
No money. No budget. No staff. No overhead. Nothing that might derail the purity of our time together.
I’m thinking we would need two rules: No phones. Be nice.
This might be what I’m looking for.
Gordon
