* Yes, they are desperate!
Here we go, heading toward the ledge of controversy. I am only sticking my big toe in the controversial waters at this point, wisely not jumping head first into the deep end. So the subject matter of this post? You guessed it! Church … yep that’s it, church. In particular, my church. I attend a small chuch and would consider myself an active member. As many of you probably know, church has not always been the center of my priority universe. As much as I would like to say it is today, I still struggle with my priorities on a daily basis, however, I will say I have come a long way baby. There are many things I enjoy about my church, but mostly I enjoy that the people there accept me for just who I am. An imperfect person. I often struggle with my inner most feelings as compared to biblical theology. Thank goodness my preacher is a man of understanding, fortunately so is God. Eric is also a man of God who can not only preach a good sermon but lives what he preaches. That was of upmost importance to me when I decided after years of not going to church to go back. (plus he has a wonderful, beautiful wife & family). I by no means think going to church makes one a christian anymore than I think sitting in a hen house will make one a chicken. I believe people can worship differently than me and not be wrong, I believe it is not my place to judge. I believe each individual has to make a personal decision about their faith and that’s exactly what it is, a personal decision. So whatever your faith, however you choose to express it, I respect that. All I ask is that you give me the same respect in return.
There are downsides of a small church. Like for instance, I do not, cannot & will not sing unless the entire congregation is singing & even then my preacher has accused me of sounding somewhat like a sheep bleeting (that is no lie, he said that and should be ashamed of himself). I also do not do nursery, I have served my sentence in the Nursery Prison Unit & have committed no sin big enough to have to be reincarcerated there. So now that you must be chomping at the bit to know what I can do, I will oblige you and tell. I teach Wed. night Bible Study. Now, before you say “what the crap, are they really that desperate?” the answer is yes, yes they are. It was basically either me or um the long list of not a single person. I would love to tell you that they came to me begging for just a drop from my fountain of Biblical knowledge but that would be a big fat lie and I am not a “BFL” so I will just be honest and say I volunteered. Yep I did, stepped right up to the door, knocked & said “would y’all please let me show you how very little I really know about the Bible?” They said “why yes Melinda, we would love to allow you to make us say what the heck every Wednesday night” I think if for no other reason people come just to see what I might screw up this week or say that might be unorthodox (eg: Abigail was a hottie). So tomorrow night, whatever you are doing around 7ish, take a break & chuckle on my behalf because I have probably just said or done something to embarass myself.