Because after something like that, sometimes a girl just needs some ice cream. Can I get a witness?
Leigh is a sweet gal, a wonderful writer, and a snazzy dresser. I'm not kidding. She'll act like she's not, but she's the type of person who can go to a thrift store and put a trendy outfit together without even trying. I want to be that person!
Leigh, I want to be you!
So read her here, go over to her blog and read her there. Follow her on Twitter. But definitely get to know this woman—and, for Pete's sake, sit next to her in church!
I've had an uneasy relationship with church the last decade or so. I was raised to go to church each week and definitely benefited from this upbringing. Once in college, however, church did not fit into my “find myself” equation. Without my parents around, I didn't have to go. And so I didn't.
By senior year, I'd wrestled with the intersection of faith and politics. I was comfortable referring to myself as a Christian again but didn't believe church attendance was necessary. It took another year before I risked entering the hallowed doors, certain I would not fit in, then pleasantly surprised that it didn't matter.
It should have been smooth sailing after that. Unfortunately, I've had a hard time settling in, at times because of my own issues but sometimes because of the churches' issues. While fellowship and worship are an important part of faith, every few Sundays come and go without me setting foot in a proper church.
In fact, it happens more often than I'd like to admit.
In a day and age of ready access to sermons online, we can easily rationalize our lack of attendance. God and I are cool, I say. I don't need to go to church. Except I know that I do.
There are plenty of reasons and excuses. I'm still single and it's not fun to sit by myself week after week. If I go to the early service, I can sit with my best friend and her family. Otherwise, I'm on my own in a big church. I prefer big churches but I've had a hard time finding community at the one I've chosen.
When a friend of mine moved to Nashville, I took the opportunity to go church shopping with her since I'd settled in at my church right away after moving here a little over a year ago. Yet nothing else has approached the level of teaching and worship at my church.
I recognize churches aren't perfect and maybe community will come in time. I realize church is not about me; it's about honoring God and refocusing our priorities.
But come Sunday morning, it's hard to motivate myself.
I never regret going to church. Perhaps this Sunday I'll find myself back in a pew.
If you happen to notice me sitting by myself, might you join me? A little company is always welcome in a house of worship.