We did it! We went to church today!
After I wrote my last post, I thought it’d be nice to maybe, possibly, we’ll-see go to church for Easter Sunday. I brought it up to Cap’n Daddy Friday night, and he said that he had been thinking the same thing. (Great minds?)
But which church?
I wanted to find a church that would feel “right” to us. That’s not an easy task, though, because I am highly allergic to evangelical Christianity. Obviously that flavor of Christianity speaks to lots of folks, but frankly, it repels me like oil repels water. If I got mixed up with an evangelical church, I’d need an Epi-Pen of feminist theology and inclusive language to ward off serious reactions. It is simply Not For Me.
Unfortunately (for me), it seems like evangelicalism is the norm for a lot of Protestant churches. So I did what I’ve done in the past, which has served me well––I googled churches that are “welcoming and affirming.” I’ve found that churches that welcome and support the LGBT community typically mesh well with my understanding of my faith–I’m heartened to know that they’re much more common than they used to be. (PROGRESS!)
I found several churches in our area that passed the W&A test. After checking out their websites, I strongly felt an urge to attend a nearby Unitarian Universalist church. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical. Cap’n was flat-out wary. “They probably don’t even believe in the resurrection,” he groused. “If we’re going to church on Easter, I want to celebrate Easter.” He had a point. I mean, aren’t Unitarians kinda nuts? Are they even Christian? But I still felt drawn to that church, and ultimately I convinced Cap’n to give it a shot.
We went. I loved it. My soul felt at home. *happy sigh* Shortly after the service began, I sent up a silent prayer of thanks for leading us to this church, because that’s what it felt like––we were led there.
The church was simple but beautiful. The size was perfect––not too big, not too small. The service was lovely. The music was lovely. The hymnal even has inclusive language! The people were so friendly and warm without being overbearing (I’m looking at you, mainline Protestant congregations). Bucko was welcome to stay with us rather than go to the nursery. We kept him with us until he became too loud––he was enjoying himself a little too boisterously––so Cap’n took him outside for the remainder of the service, although everyone kept saying he could stay. (I like churches that welcome babies and children in the worship service, and are perfectly okay with babies and children being babies and children––which is to say, not silent.) They had coffee and homemade pumpkin bread after the service, and we talked to several perfectly nice people who all fawned over our little red-headed extrovert.
We will go back. 🙂
Apropos to nothing: When Bucko woke up this morning, Cap’n quipped, “He is risen. He is risen indeed.” I couldn’t help but laugh.