The Church Thing

The last few Sunday's I've been visiting different churches.


I have to admit, my attitude has not been as positive about this "church shopping" adventure because I am still morning the loss of an amazing church family back in Vancouver. Compass is an amazing work of God and we miss all of our friends there! It is sad to say that it is a rare thing to find a group of believers who avoid contention, love and accept unconditionally, and have a passion for the lost that does not end with words and tears on Sunday, but is lived. Over the years I've been in Compass, I have grown as a disciple of Christ, I have been compelled by love to live differently. To live missionally. Compass is not your typical church.

Now visiting a strange church is a very different experience. I get so nervous going in. I know no one. I wonder...will this be a waste of time? I have to find someone to ask where the kids go and when. I have to find a seat somewhere which can be difficult because I'm usually late. When I get through the worship which is different then what I'm used to and the sermon which is also different, I get one, maybe two smiles, handshakes and exchanges of names. One Sunday I went to pick up the kids, and the classroom was empty. I had no idea where my little girls were. Trying to hold back tears, I had to find a mom and ask her. They took all the kids up to a different building for kids worship and pick up. That Sunday experience left me feeling anxious and alone.  Because of what God has been stiring in my heart, it's saddening, even frustrating  for me to see churches filled with people who seem excited about God's love and even shout amen while the preacher talks of sharing that love, but then put on their blinder's and head straight to their friends or cars and right past lost lil me.

The same church wants to raise money for a very nice remodel of their facility so they can "grow". I thought their building was very nice and they were not crowed at all. Maybe it's me, but I don't think having a cafe and bookstore will be what attracts lost souls.
These are the things that annoy me and make me want to give up searching for a church...just a little bit.

However, this morning was a pleasant surprise. I had to do some talking with God and leave my cynicism at home. The church we went to was smaller and the building was simple, but I could tell they valued people and most of all: Christ and the Word He left us. It was nice to hear simple teaching from the Word.  I got to meet and have conversations with many people who hung around in a little coffee area including a Google couple and the pastor, who sat down at our table and picked my brain. He was very encouraging.  I was invited to two women's groups, and even got my pew mate's number (she's a mom of little girls like me!). There seems to be a lot of opportunity for ministry in both the music and children's department.
So they will at least get on the "call back" list for my church search.
Ultimately, I have peace because I know God has a place for us here, and He has a purpose. Once again, it's just my impatience that's getting me down. I have to remember too, that every Sunday morning is an adventure that I end up leaning from, weather it's a fun experience or not. It's growing me, so I guess I'm good.