Some History

Today the church I'm attending had a commitment ceremony to finish its building program. The coolest thing about the service is that they asked people to come forward by the decades they joined the church. It was founded in the 1940s, and there were people who came forward for that decade. To me, it's amazing that people in joined in the 60s or 70s are still there. I didn't grow up in church, and since I've been a Christian, I've been a part of new churches for the most part. I didn't really want anything traditional. But I'm beginning to think that I'm traditional. The funny thing about this church is that it started a couple of miles from where I grew up. It's been in and out of my life since high school. And now it's this big mega church with a beautiful building. And I feel like I fit there. As much as I feel I fit anywhere. These singles are my kind of singles. Not once have I been frightened by what I heard in Sunday School or saw in action. And it's a place that one pastor stayed for 36 years. He retired, but he's still a member of the congregation. It was interesting to see how long people had been members of this church. But there are a whole lot of them. And the only way to join...go stand in front of them. So I'll be putting that off for at least one more week. Joining is going to require some strategy.