Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Kicked Out of My Church--and Lovin' it (Part -1)

Yes, I was kicked out of my own church this past Sunday. It was the leader of our adult Sunday School class who did it. Of course I could storm into the pastor's office tomorrow morning and make a complaint, but then I'd only be ratting on myself. You see, it was I who was leading the Sunday school class last Sunday and I who told me to leave. At least I didn't holler, "and never come back!" at myself as I left. What I did say (to the whole class) was, "Be back here by 10:35 and let me know what you saw, who you met and what insights you may have gained on your little downtown journey. The exercise we were being assigned was to walk the streets of downtown San Diego to see and observe the life of our city and to, hopefully, gain some insight in the process.

The downtown church I go to is getting "edgier" and edgier these days--but in a good way. And this new edginess in spite of the fact we are theologically conservative/Reformed and essentially orthodox. OK, I confess (We Presbyterians have made an art form of confessing) I take my share of responsibility for some of the more edgy happenings at First Presbyterian Church (FPC) of late. Perhaps I'll save for some future post telling you about how inviting homeless people into the church for worship has gone over, or about our recent field trip to a Buddhist temple. But for this, the very first post on SanDiegoSeen, I want to tell you about the experience I had last Sunday, November 22nd.

I challenged the class, myself included, to spend our allotted class time in a new and, well, unconventional way: walking downtown city streets in search of observations, encounters and insights. I called this The First Annual West Room Field Trip Contest. It was a contest in that I offered a prize (lunch at Pierre's) to each of the best three entries. Each person was given a 4" x 6" card which, on the front, had room for three observations and related insights. On the back was space for listing, "The people I met."

I let the class know they could rack up extra points by various means. For example, one could get extra points for specificity: "At the Starbucks in Little Italy I had a conversation with a young woman who had fourteen tattoos--and that was just on her arms." They could also get extra points for conducting multiple interviews or for doing an especially in-depth interview. And, if they used their cell phone to get a photo of their subject, extra points for that too. One could also score extra points for interviewing two or more people. Sill more extra points would be given to anyone turning their assignment in via Facebook, Twitter or email. "But the most bonus points," I announced, "will be given for anyone who uses his/her notes to start a blog." I'm not holding my breath on that one, but nonetheless it would be really cool to hatch some new bloggers this way.

In my next post I will let you know just where in downtown I wound up going and who I met there...

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