Aug 30, 2011 7
The Worst Part of Moving
There is one thing that I really, really dislike about moving.
It’s not finding cheap and reliable high speed internet. No, I spent two hours on that yesterday, and that’s still not the worst.
It’s not signing on to an electric company that literally pledges on their home page to fight EPA regulations.
It’s not finding a good co-op or farmer’s market.
We used shipping containers, so I don’t have to drive a truck to Columbus.
The part of moving that I really, really dislike is finding a new church.
It’s like crashing a party you haven’t been invited to. Sometimes you’ve dressed up when everyone else got the text about wearing flip flops and shorts. Sometimes you stick out like a red shirted communist at a Tea Party rally in your liberal Birkenstocks that cower before smartly polished leather shoes.
I’ve been on both sides of this. It’s natural to expect that a group of people will create a certain culture and group identity when they gather together. I think it’s natural to have a hard time breaking into such groups.
I still don’t like it.
However, the pay off is excellent. We visited exactly one church during our time in Connecticut, and after enduring two pretty horrible Sundays, we started meeting people, joined a small group, and developed some great friendships. As we grew in our church, I watched a bunch of people step forward to reach out to visitors. That gave me a lot of hope.
The hard part about visiting a church is that it forces you to consider what really matters most to you and what you’re willing to give up in order to be in a healthy community. One couple visited our church in Connecticut, and they left because we let women teach and don’t give an altar call each Sunday.
I scoffed at his closed-mindedness, but then I thought about our upcoming church hunt.
I really want to belong to a community that values the leadership and wisdom of women as God-intended equal partners with men.
I really don’t want to belong to a community that ends each service with drizzles of piano and an impassioned plea to flee the fires of hell and commit yourself to the Lord right this very moment because you are in danger of the fires of hell if you die tonight, yes, this very night… friend.
Hooray for Christian unity.
I’m both trusting God and nervous about this, which means I need to work on trusting God a bit more in this area.
All of this brings up questions for me about how the body of Christ works, where we draw our lines for unity, and the role of personalities and culture in our worship. I appreciate the diversity of traditions because in some ways they represent different ways of connecting with God. Simple church, contemporary music church, traditional church, and liturgical church all have their places.
Where will we end up? That is a question that I both want to avoid and desperately hope to answer.













