Page Two Hundred Ninety.
I may have written prior that I really enjoy going to church. I'm Jewish and my definition of God falls squarely within the parameters of traditional Orthodox Judaism, but I also enjoy a good Protestant sermon. When ministers start going on and on, I simply translate the term "Jesus" to "God" and then I'm able to access most pulpit messages with great ease. However, if the sermon is actually about Jesus, i.e. his life; his struggles or what have you as opposed to his teachings, i.e. love one another; don't be a hypocrite, etc. I'm bored to tears and zone out. That really doesn't happen often though. Thankfully, most sermons really are about his message.
How I got to this point in my life is a separate blog which I won't deliver now, just know that many, many Sundays, if I don't have to work at the museum, I'm darkening the door of some nearby Protestant church. (When the ministers sense me coming, they run and hide.) Quite often I'll even attend 2 different churches on the same Sunday, attending 9.30AM service at one, then 11AM service at another. I refer to these as "Double Features". In past blogs, I've implied that a REAL lot of people know who I am. This is one reason why.
So, Sunday morning, November 16th, I was in the mood for something really different. I went to Mt. Zion United Church of Christ down in University Circle. I've mentioned before that University Circle is Cleveland's arts & cultural hub, and also home to some glorious houses of worship. Well, Mt. Zion isn't one of them. It's in an old, huge mansion with a large, 1960's sanctuary added on in back. But, brother, they get the job done.
I met the minister of Zion at an event last summer and liked him and had also heard of the church in the past, so that's what prompted me to attend. I was surprised to find it 98% Black. I was expecting an integrated church for some reason, don't now why, just was. So, this happened to be a special Sunday for a variety of reasons: it was potluck Sunday; it was a celebration of male prayer and there was a visiting minister who'd be delivering the sermon. This visitor was from a nearby Seventh Day Adventist church, but had a nationwide reputation for his preaching skills.
So... where to start... where to start... where to start...
How about the music? It was the real deal. This was the music that James Brown, Aretha and Little Richard grew up on. It was serious. It was worth the price of admission. Fabulous!
Music: 10/10
Sermon. This guy was unreal. In the African-American tradition, some ministers deliver a message in a loud, fast voice. That message is sometimes so loud and fast that the words, themselves, are unintelligible, and indeed, almost unimportant (but the congregants would never, ever say that). But, the spirit and emotion of the delivery and the spirit and emotion of the room is what lifts away the congregation. Truly, the message itself is unimportant (but again, they would never, ever say that). By contrast, this guy was sometimes very loud, and sometimes spoke very fast, but EVERY SINGLY WORD WAS UNDERSTANDABLE AND THE MESSAGE WAS FANTASTIC! His message was this: you are God's child. You are entitled to his blessings as any child expects his or her father to take care of them. Have the audacity to expect to be taken care of. Have the nerve to not take "No" for an answer. Keep praying over and over for blessings. Live in prayer and never give up the prayer. Expect answers and expect blessings. It was extraordinary.
Sermon 10/10
Comfort/grace/reception. I was received graciously. This was a congregation clearly used to visitors. They were friendly and appropriate. It goes without saying, but I'll say it, I ran into people whom I knew. Nobody bent over backwards to make me feel welcome, but that's okay.
Reception of the newcomer/visitor: 8/10
Children. I adore kids, of course, and savor kid energy. The more children that are in a congregation and the more the congregation values those children, the better. In this group of 100-125 warm bodies, there were only about 8 children. That's not a good sign in my opinion. The number of youths should've been double that. But I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps a bunch of kids were home with colds.
Children: 6/10
Total experience: 8.5/10
Remains to be seen what the congregation is really all about. Demographically, as already stated it's 98% Black. Appears to be solidly middle-class and upper-middle class as evidenced by the number of BMW's in the parking lot. The congregation was absolutely NOT dressed to the nines. That's very unusual for a Black church. I suspect that's another sign of their financial stability. Politically, I'll have to do some snooping. We all know that Black churches can run conservative on social issues, but I'm assuming that some conservatism in this particular church may be tempered by the fact that Mt. Zion is a member of the United Church of Christ, a denomination widely recognized for it's extremely and intensely liberal stance on social issues. And, there are very few Black UCC churches around. So, I'm thinking that there may be something very magical happening at Mt. Zion.
I plan on phoning the minister and setting up an appointment to sit, have coffee and chat. I'll let you know what I find out.
Jeremy Gutow is a Cleveland-based male nanny and private chef. He also manages a beauty salon.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
An Unfortunate Benefit
Page Two Hundred Eighty-Nine.
I'm not going to go into details here, but for the first time in my life, I'm refusing to go to a benefit which I've helped plan.
I've been on so many planning committees over the years I can't even tell you. I was the ongoing chairman of the decorating committees for two different organizations' benefits for 10 years each, and indeed, one of those well-know Cleveland arts organizations made me volunteer of the year in 1998. I've served in so many different capacities on so many committees for so many different worth causes it's just nauseating. But never have I been as frustrated as with the current situation.
The party is very soon and I'm simply not going. Thanks for letting me vent.
I'm not going to go into details here, but for the first time in my life, I'm refusing to go to a benefit which I've helped plan.
I've been on so many planning committees over the years I can't even tell you. I was the ongoing chairman of the decorating committees for two different organizations' benefits for 10 years each, and indeed, one of those well-know Cleveland arts organizations made me volunteer of the year in 1998. I've served in so many different capacities on so many committees for so many different worth causes it's just nauseating. But never have I been as frustrated as with the current situation.
The party is very soon and I'm simply not going. Thanks for letting me vent.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Notarizing Autumn
Page Two Hundred Eighty-Eight.
Last spring I became a Notary Public. A friend told me of an iffy job prospect which required a person to be a Notary as the first step and I thought "why not"? So here I am.
Sometime during the 1960's there was strip in Peanuts in which Linus presents Charlie Brown with the "first official leaf of autumn". CB responds "what's so special about this leaf" They've been falling for weeks?"
"I had this one notarized", declared Linus.
So a few weeks ago, I presented a good friend with a beautiful, oak leaf which I'd notarized. She appreciated it immensely.
Last spring I became a Notary Public. A friend told me of an iffy job prospect which required a person to be a Notary as the first step and I thought "why not"? So here I am.
Sometime during the 1960's there was strip in Peanuts in which Linus presents Charlie Brown with the "first official leaf of autumn". CB responds "what's so special about this leaf" They've been falling for weeks?"
"I had this one notarized", declared Linus.
So a few weeks ago, I presented a good friend with a beautiful, oak leaf which I'd notarized. She appreciated it immensely.
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