I can be a huge weenie sometimes. Fortunately, Mr. M has a low threshold for this.
I started "dating" new churches this Sunday. (Yes, I'm sticking with the relationship analogy.) I was more than a little terrified to start. My initial plan had been to take a few months off, worship with the Quakers (clearly a good place for discernment), and then start looking. But I met with a new friend last week, and felt like it might be OK to start exploring. I was good until Sunday morning, when I was was not at all pleased to be branching out. Mr. M bundled me up, opened my car door, and showed great forebearance when I fretted all the way to the parking lot.
Getting ready for church stunk. Going into a new church stunk.
Realizing 10 minutes in that church is church, God is God, and this denominational stuff is really not that important was fabulous.
11.03.2008
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"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins
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Good for you for "getting back out there." Enjoy your journey whether it be in a new church or in the company of other souls searching in silence.
ReplyDelete*is pleased*
ReplyDeleteI so want to experience other churches.
ReplyDeleteI so want to be with my community every Sunday (and walking half a block means no car door to close)
you are doing a brave thing.