I've loved church since I was old enough to chew on crayons in Sunday school.
Church was always wherever my parents chose to take me. But now I'm looking for my own place to go, somewhere my husband and I can feel challenged and at home. And maybe somewhere where our own kids can gnaw on crayons someday.
I never imagined how difficult it would be.
Over the past few months we've shaken a lot of hands. We've answered the requisite questions about who we are and where we're from, and filled out more than a few welcome cards.
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for:
People who are as hungry for relationships as we are. Real answers to questions we both have about our faith. A place where we can belong.
Instead I've been asked "How are you?" by people whose eyes are already looking past me to find their next conversation. And I don't blame them because I used to do the same thing.
For years, I brushed past people who were reaching for a connection because I already knew where I belonged in church, and I already had lunch plans.
Now I'm on the other side and it's a lonely place.
We're trying, this year, to learn more and connect in a deeper way to a faith that is important to us. At home, we're turning off the TV and opening up some books — the Bible, obviously, but sprinkling in some C.S. Lewis too.
And every Saturday night, we ask each other the same question:
"Where are we going to go to church?"
I won't give up.
If you attend church, how did you find it? What are some things you look for in a church?
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