Church of God
Not this one, either.
I don’t even want to go into the reasons—it was a perfectly lovely church, with nothing specifically wrong with anything in the service. I disagreed with one thing in the sermon—one little sentence in an otherwise well-done message—but that wouldn’t be a deal-breaker. I don’t expect a perfect church. The church I’d gone to for over 40 years wasn’t perfect, but I loved it.
I’m quite frustrated and sad, and I’m thinking that it’s my own spiritual brokenness that’s keeping me from feeling comfortable in any of the churches we’ve visited. My current spiritual languages are doubt and rebellion, and Sunday morning church services aren’t conducted in those tongues, so that I feel as if I’m attending services in a country where the language is only somewhat familiar to me.
Next week, we’ll be vacationing with friends, and the following week, we’re trying a church that will be way outside our comfort zone. Not to mention outside our actual physical zone—it’s 45 minutes away. Inasmuch as I have hope for anything in this ever-more-tedious process, I have hope for this next one.
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