So the church library is rising from the ashes, finally. It's been held, embryonic, for months now, dissected and preserved in dozens of lumpy cardboard boxes. Pulling them open has revealed, variously, junk and jewels, trash and treasures, from the sublime to the ridiculous. On Saturday night we invited some friends down to the church to open up boxes and decide what to save and what to remove. Which was tricky. But much laud and honor to Raquel and Mark (or The Marv The Marvelous, as he is known in certain circles), for their unerring discernment and unflagging good will.
Stella & Strong's Exhaustive
So there we were, drinking the Stella Artois they brought and going through all these mainly stodgy and respectable books on things like the Vatican II's proclamations, New Testament Greek, and Birds of the Bible.I found myself thinking, foolishly,"Don't let the anti-Emergent Church people catch us like this!'-With the demon 'likker' in one hand and books on Christian Symbolism in the other.
A Little Church History
Our church is in an interesting situation. Our church was started a few years ago as a sort of sister church-type thing from a large non-denominational box church on the east side of town. The church met in the evenings in the larger church's sanctuary-cum-basketball court (don't even ask) and started looking for it's own building: hopefully closer to downtown, and to the resident university with it's 4,000 students. The church ended up collaborating, for lack of a better word, with an old Presbyterian church that was centered exactly where they wanted to be, with a leadership that had been praying for a way to reach out to the local students, and to use their resources for the mission of Jesus. So, they came together. I should say, we came together, sharing resources, combining services, getting into each other's lives in such a beautifully messy way that we decided to merge. This occurred early in the year. The church took on the name of the younger church from the non-denom. (Vintage Faith Church) and Vintage became Presbyterians. I've never been in this situation before, and I find that I like it. So far. We give to each other different things, things lacking on our own. The Presbyterians give us history, grounding, and organization (apparently they go wild over something called Session, as well as a good long meeting with pie charts). Not forgetting, of course, their wisdom, based on much life experience. I really appreciate that one. We bring a fresh expression of faith, lots of art, music and poetry (yay!) as well as ideas, energy & the post-modern perspective. And, naturally, the largest sampling of pompadours and tattoo sleeves found in any church west of the San Andreas fault line.
I Am A Closet Church Lady
So I'm now the church librarian, which is partly laughable, because for all the reading I do, I'm awfully picky about which books I read; so many of the authors/subjects are unfamiliar to me. And the shelves are virtually swollen with books that have not been checked out since I was first listening to the Thompson Twins and Duran Duran, and pegging my pants. Those are easy to toss. I am a professed fan of fiction, so most of the fiction will stay. There's also some poetry, and a lot of great devotionals. As well as bible commentaries, theology, history and counseling. It's all a little daunting. I got some pastoral people who had some book learnin' to help me go through stuff and decide, so hopefully that will help....
The hope is that the library will be used. When it was still functioning in it's old room down the hall, no one knew it was there, and that killed me. The people who spoke up front in the church would never mention it, and the closest I heard of it's existence from the church staff was in regard to "the old library", or "the room that used to be the library", or "that room down the hall, next to the prayer room." It was strange.
I am not alone in this, there's also Audrey the Indomitable (she asked me to call her that). So that makes 2 librarians, a spiffy new paint job, tons of books and about a million groovy bookends. And who knew that an owl could be so well portrayed by a handful of sunflower seeds, corn and mung beans?
I want names of authors/book titles that you think we should include in our newly updated library. I've already asked the Monday Poets to give me poets-any recommendations?Fiction and non. And don't even mention the Left Behind series to me, or Precious Moments, or Chuck Swindoll. Enough!