What kind of “farce”? The farce of sitting together with a bunch of strangers (or relative strangers) for 1-2 hours each week and pretending that everything is fine.
In other words, he’s talking about not being real with one another… not sharing who we really are and what’s really going on in our lives.
At one point, Swanny writes:
Sometimes I would wonder, as I look down the row I was sitting in, who here has real problems. Out of the 10 people including me, we all just sit in passive brokenness. Somewhere among the 10, there is at least one person struggling with an abusive spouse, a child that has been molested, porn, schizophrenia, or having a hard time feeding their family. And of course, and including me, plenty who feel irreparably guilty either for something they have done or something done to them. You can hear the silent screams as the show goes on.
I’m so glad that God has placed people around me who share what’s going on in their lives. And I’m so grateful to be in a group of people who have allowed one another to share those struggles when we gather together.
(Make sure you read the rest of Swanny’s post… it’s very good.)