A week ago last Sunday, for the first time in months, we went to church.
And in doing so, in many ways, we closed one chapter of our lives and opened another.
See, ever since I first became a Christian many years ago, I have wanted nothing more than a family. The mythological family that many churches profess and that was modeled in the early church, but which remains nothing more than a pleasant urban legend to most of us. I walked in church after church, looking for that family.
In some churches I found it. In others, not. See, I am a misfit, I just don't belong. My heavy lean towards the social gospel just doesn't sit well in the conservative churches, and my more literal interpretation (although not completely so) doesn't endear me to the liberal churches. And I've never felt comfortable in liberal churches, despite the fact that almost without exception they have taken pains to welcome me. Similarly, I've always been drawn to conservative churches despite the fact that the vast majority of them have wanted nothing to do with me.
Take our recent encounter with the local Baptist church. I didn't belong in that church. I realize that now. I'm not welcome, and I was a fool for trying to fit in in a church that bluntly didn't want me. It was idiocy at its finest, and in a way I deserved some of the nastiness and bitterness that came back to me because I was too stupid to take a hint. It's a mistake I do not intend to soon repeat.
I'm not bitter about it anymore, although it took a lot of in depth self examination to get to that point. It's their church, has been their church long before I got there, and will be their church long after. It was rude of me to intrude.
So, after some reluctance, we decided that the only place we belong, the only church where we truly are at home, is the one church that consistently does the things we feel Christ would do, that actually cares for the less fortunate and acts on that concern. The Salvation Army. While I'm not 100% in line with their doctrine, I AM 100% in line with their actions. And the more I live, the more I am convinced that actions DO speak louder than words, that the sincere hearts of believers can overcome minor doctrinal issues.