20 Sep 01

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I can't sleep again. I was just now daydreaming, since the night dreaming isn't exactly working out, about my little church. I was dreaming about a ramshackle little building, where the pews have been moved to line the walls, instead of standing in parade formation like most pews in the US do.

Where the altar used to be, there are of course pews and/or books there too, since we don't need a pulpit, but also there's a metronome, steadily tock-tock-tocking through the sleepy, quiet week.

Then Friday comes, and with it people, people with sound equipment and lighting boards and food and beverages and glow sticks and markers and black lights and various and sundry other articles, and the metronome is accompanied and then outshouted by a throbbing beat that lasts all night.

To our neighbors, we will call these church dances, which after all is exactly what they are. Among each other we would die laughing to use such a square term. It doesn't matter. The whole point is to get primal and rhythmic with a roomful of your fellow simians and enjoy something transcendental. Serious ravers know what I am talking about.

Saturday is project day - I see all kinds of stuff for Saturday: drum circle, Hindu chanting, Native American dance, double dutch jump rope, that game with the two bamboo poles - you get the picture. It's about rhythm worldwide, and bringing it home.

Sunday is a sort of musical exchange day. Tentatively, I think of it as The Divine Music Project. I see us working with other churches to exchange delegates for Sunday morning services, generally choirs and musicians. I see some cross-cultural pollination, and some widening of the concept of worship.

This isn't a great big dream. I don't see the rest of it yet, but what little I have feels good. 

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