I have always loved going to church. Fond childhood memories of Sunday school, children's choir, vacation Bible school form much of who I am today.
Not going to church is not an option for me. Not because I have to go, but because I want to go.
Since moving down here we have attended three different churches. Church #1 had very nice people, good programs, but it didn't feel like 'home'. Church #2 was wonderful but too far away to be involved at any significant level. Church #3. Hmmm. We didn't stay there long, but returned to church #1.
Last fall, my Bible study teacher pulled me aside.
She, too, had gone to church #1, then church #2. But no longer.
'Would Pat and I be interested in becoming involved in a new church plant? There would be a meeting, would we like to come?' she asked.
Yes, we would.