here comes everybody

How could I help but notice? She flapped her fingers in front of her face as the choir sang, waving her hands spastically, tilting her head to the tune. When the singers paused during verses, she stopped and slumped forward, dark hair falling over her eyes. But each time the piano picked up and the voices rose again, she perked up and lifted her gaze in wonder, coming alive as the church sang around her.

It’s not polite to stare. We learn the lesson young, in scolding. Yet curiosity captures us even as adults. When someone acts slightly different from the norm, we naturally notice.

But what caught my eye this morning was not the girl lost in her own world in the pew. It was her parents. Not ashamed of their daughter’s behavior, not trying to shush her into silence; quite the contrary. Her mother swayed her shoulders to the music’s beat, smiling ever so slightly. Her father nodded his own head in time with the singers.

A family in tune, in love.

I used to be embarrassed of my people-watching at church. Noticing who laughed and who cried, who was there and who wasn’t. Stealing glances at the lines filing up to receive communion. Sneaking glimpses of cute children in their parents’ arms. I chided myself for the lazy habit, distraction from spiritual discipline.

But today I started to see it as a spiritual practice in itself. Trying to see Christ in the Body of Christ.

Today I glimpsed the young pregnant woman behind us stifle her laugh as my sons threw books at each other. I saw the middle-aged man in front of me frown and shake his head during the sermon, leaning over to whisper to his wife. I watched a woman on the other side of church weeping quietly during the communion hymn, and no one around her noticed.

I stared after Mass as a woman laid her hands gently on the shoulders of an elderly man and began to speak soft words of blessing over him. I caught a glimpse of a young man scribbling in the parish prayer book. I watched a trio of toddlers splash their hands in the baptism pool while pairs of white-haired couples shuffled into the pews, already early for the next service.

When I wonder what it means to come to church, week after week, I think about people-watching. I love that church makes me jostle up against people who are like me and nothing like me. I love that standing shoulder to shoulder in a noisy, restless, laughing, coughing crowd pulls me out of my solitude of prayer. I love that every time I feel I’ve got something pegged about the divine – or the church or the world or my own place therein – the Eucharist breaks me open again, in humility and hope. Because of what I see around me.

Maybe my people-watching is simply noticing the nudges from God whispering, See that? I’m like that, too.

Maybe this is what means to be the Body of Christ. Unashamed by the differences. A family in tune, in love.

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  1. Matthew Snider on 24 October 2012 at 7:07 am

    Great stuff, it’s hard as a parent of three girls to allow them to be who they are all the time in all places.

  2. Lauren L. on 22 October 2012 at 3:34 pm

    Amen, as Melissa says.

    I love watching people walk up to receive Communion. It is indeed an exercise in seeing Christ in the Body of Christ. I’m not very good at it most days; I analyze hair and dress and shoes. I wonder why it is so blasted difficult for the congregation to match their responses with those of the monastic community. I mean, really! Listen, people!

    Oh. Wait. Christ. That’s right.

    • Laura @ Mothering Spirit on 23 October 2012 at 1:33 pm

      Oh yes, my people-watching easily tends towards superficial as well (she wore THAT to church?). But that’s why I’m always trying to pull myself back into the seeing-Christ view, the one that celebrates that she came to church in the first place…

  3. Melissa Borgmann Kiemde, Visitation Companion on 22 October 2012 at 1:55 pm

    Were you behind us in church on Sunday? I know this person who flaps and waves spastically. She. Me? My child? I love your people watching! Let us all be the Body of Christ. Unashamed by our differences…. A family in tune, in love.


    • Laura @ Mothering Spirit on 23 October 2012 at 1:32 pm

      And isn’t there something about such a pure response to prayer that’s enviable, contagious even? I found myself dancing with the baby even more in the pew than we usually do after I watched this girl for so long.

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