Let me preface the following paragraphs by saying this – I’m not just writing this to share my thoughts out into the faceless, endless black hole of the internet. I would love comments/thoughts on this topic. I’m inquiring because I’m truly, honestly curious and I want to have a real discussion (not a debate or argument) on this topic.
I’ve made no secret of my spiritual challenges on this blog. I’ve moved around and I’ve left churches and I’ve explored others, and at the end of the day, I end up right where I was when I started – frustrated and confused. Over the past few months, I’ve been too worked up and busy with the move and my role at work to really focus on thing of the spiritual nature, but it’s the holiday season now and things are slowing down. I can breathe again, and I can think about things besides bus tables and traffic patterns and all those other things that dictate my life out here now. Naturally, as we finally get “settled” here, we want to find a home church. It’s important to us, not only for worship but for the community it fosters and that we so desperately need in a region where we have no family and only a few friends.
First, some facts I can deduce from my Christian journey so far:
Additionally, this past Sunday, we attended a predominantly African-American Baptist church. I found out about it online and watched some of the sermons on YouTube and was really impressed by the pastor. Tim is used to being the minority when we go to mostly-white churches, so it was nice to see the tables turned for once. The music was gorgeous and the minister was fiery and interesting. He’s an activist pastor focused on social justice. I love the hope in his message, which was about the recent grand jury decisions of not indicting white officers who have killed unarmed black men. As a white woman married to a black man, this topic is a focus of discussion in our home. Discussions on social justice are a part of the fabric of our marriage, and the inequalities that I’ve seen my husband subjected to solely based on the pigmentation of his skin are real. My worried for him, even as a law-abiding black man, are real. Afterward, we had a “debrief” of the service, and we both agreed we loved it. Tim’s concerns were that he doesn’t want to go from Catholic to Methodist to Baptist. He wants to attend but not apply labels to his religious affiliation right now. I’m cool with that, but I’m also afraid that we’ll end up in the same position as we were as Catholics – at a church with a laser focus on one part of life. I know this pastor is passionate, and for good reason, but we have to wait and see if he’s got focus on other things, too.
So I think that’s where I am. I, for lack of a better word, lost. So this is where the conversation piece comes in – where are you on your spiritual journey and how did you get there? If you don’t have a church home, why not? How were you raised versus what you believe now? Tell me about your faith life, share your blog with me if you need to. If you know someone who you think would have something to share, send them a link to this entry. Enlighten me! Engage with me! I don’t want to say that I’m begging, but… well… I kinda am!