Lock-In
There's a closeness that's only felt there. There's an almost unconditional love that fills you up and spins you around before you're plummeting face-first into Saturday morning. There's something beautiful and fantastic about accidently locking yourself in an elevator with nine other youth,squishing and screaming in eerie stuffy darkness. Or brainstorming in a million different directions. Or lighting candles of prayer and reflection and hugging every person in turn, sharing your deepest self with the ten people you spend every Sunday with.
There's something to be said for baking cookies at 2 a.m, giant buttery cake-cookies (being distracted by the funny gas stove all the while), and sharing them. Lying about in a huge pile, watching the breakfast club. And then falling asleep on linoleum floor, cold and exhausted, wide awake with aching wink limbs.
There's plenty right when there are m&ms and shoeless floor-sliding. Running stealthily through the church; stopping for a moment at the lecturn, to face the pews that were filled just a few days before, pausing to imagine just how it would feel to stand and share the words of love every. single. week. This before ducking behind the organ to explore, getting hidden in a secret stairwell. This before realizing that this is it.
no place else I'd rather be. no place else I'd rather be.
There's something to be said for baking cookies at 2 a.m, giant buttery cake-cookies (being distracted by the funny gas stove all the while), and sharing them. Lying about in a huge pile, watching the breakfast club. And then falling asleep on linoleum floor, cold and exhausted, wide awake with aching wink limbs.
There's plenty right when there are m&ms and shoeless floor-sliding. Running stealthily through the church; stopping for a moment at the lecturn, to face the pews that were filled just a few days before, pausing to imagine just how it would feel to stand and share the words of love every. single. week. This before ducking behind the organ to explore, getting hidden in a secret stairwell. This before realizing that this is it.
no place else I'd rather be. no place else I'd rather be.