Next Sunday, March 21st I will become an official member of the church we have been attending for the past year and a half. For me this is a very big deal. I have never been a member of a church. I am excited not just by the idea of being a member but by the fact I have found a church I want to be a part of, one I can call mine. For the next few blog posts I will be writing about my thoughts and prayers and the journey that has brought me to joining this church.
I was raised in a church. We attended every Sunday morning, Sunday school, most Sunday night services and every church dinner. I was always involved in any children programs, Vacation Bible School and youth group. I went to church camp for a week the summer I was 15 years old and it was then I gave my heart to the Lord. My mom was very involved from teaching Sunday school to directing VBS to attending Women's Meetings. We were a very involved family even though none of us, including my parents, ever became members. When I think about growing up and my childhood, church is a huge part of those memories.
For most of my twenties my church attendance was very sporadic. Unfortunately church and God were no longer an important part of my life (at least that is what I told myself at the time). I may have attended church by invitation with a friend a couple of times. Anytime I was visiting my parents on the weekend I went to the church where I grew up. In my mid-twenties I attended church with my brother and his family fairly regularly for a period of time. It was then I started to realize just how much I really needed church and God. I wanted to find a church where I felt like I "fit" but once I stopped attending my brother's church I only attended church a handful of times.
Once Ed and I were married, finding a church we could attend together became a priority. We talked a little bit about what churches we should try. We were raised in fairly different denominations so we were trying to find a middle ground. After visiting only one other church one time, we actually agreed on a church of the same denomination Ed was raised.
At my first new member meeting three weeks ago the pastor asked us this question - what is special about the church you are coming from? As we went around the room introducing ourselves we were to also give a brief answer to this question. I'm not one for speaking in public. When it was my turn to speak I nervously sputtered out my name and a very rough and quick explanation of how I ended up finding this church. I wasn't prepared at all to answer the question not just because of nerves but because I had never really thought about it. Ever since the question was posed I have thought about it a lot. If ever again I am asked what was special about our previous church this is the answer I would give:
The church was special because it was the first church Ed and I attended together. It was the first church we chose together, one of the first bigger decisions we made as a newly married couple. It was also the first church either of us had attended regularly since we were in high school. Our first daughter was baptized in that church. I started attending a playgroup through the church and the other mommies I met there were a great support for me, a new stay-at-home and often lonely mom. The church was special because it was while I was there each Sunday morning I felt the need to have a real relationship with God again.
We attended that church for over four years. I may have chosen to leave that church and I may not ever attend there again but it will always hold a very special place in my heart.
I'll stop with that thought for now. The story to be continued...