How I Went Back To Church, Part II
Finding your way back to church can be a road you never intended to be on. I sure didn’t. This is the second part in my journey back (you can see the first part here).
I never lost Jesus, but something in me missed what I knew the church could be.
So we stepped out and tried a church. It was awful. But that wasn’t the end.
We kept trying.
We visited our old church a few times. We visited our old, old church. We tried out a church we had never been to. We were awkwardly stepping out in faith every time we crossed the threshold into another sanctuary. We believed God had a place that felt right.I never lost Jesus, but something in me missed what I knew the church could be. Click To Tweet
And He did, but not the way we thought. We chose a church to visit a few times. We decided it was good and we would try going there. Sometimes we went three weeks in a row and sometimes we missed three months. But we didn’t give up.
We kept trying in faith, and God changed us.
What felt terribly awkward only felt mildly uncomfortable. Then it shifted again and we found ourselves looking forward to seeing that one person whose name we knew. Each step through those doors we found what we were looking for if we were willing to see it.
The process has made me realize just how introverted I can be. Some Sundays felt like being the new student in Middle School. So I did what worked for me then. I found a person. Then another. I stepped out to find a handful of people I could look in the eye and they would smile. I stretched my muscles quietly offering to use one of my gifts teaching or bringing candy for the Easter Egg Hunt. Simple faith.My way back to church was paved with the tiniest of steps of faith. Click To Tweet
Maybe you’ve lost touch with church and you feel like you’re wandering.
Maybe you’re in a church and can’t imagine that feeling.
Maybe you’ve been hurt and can’t even think of crossing that threshold again.
Maybe you hurt someone and don’t have a firm grip on grace.
No matter what your story is, God loves you and He loves the church. There is no either/or. No us/them. God cannot separate you, a believer, from the church anymore than we can separate ourselves from our skin.
We all need to learn to love God and love others. The more we do that, in the pews or in the street, the closer we are to walking out the call God has on our lives.
We’ll be exploring what church is and the role it plays in people’s lives over the coming weeks. You will see real people talking brave about the church so we can all come in from the desert.
Maybe you have a story to tell. Have you ever lost touch with church?
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About Becky Hastings
I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.