I spent some time today talking with the pastor of a church I visited this past Sunday. She asked me what I was looking for in a church and I said a place where you didn’t have to prove that you deserved to have people care about you and a place where caring was more than words but had hands and feet. I told her that I thought that shouldn’t be a big deal but my experience was that it was huge. I told her about the crushing blow of the last church I attended that I had very much come to care about only to find out when we became inconvenient it didn’t seem to care so much for us. I told her I didn’t want a place that defined me as less than faithful when life was hard. I liked the idea of just folks. I told her if I had to pass a test I figured I failed. A lot of people think that I believe.
She was kind and she listened. I really liked that. She was not so wise that she had a problem being a human being and too many pastors struggle with that. I really liked it that she didn’t seem to have anything to prove. A lot of pastors seem to struggle with that too.
I told her I wanted to be part of something that mattered. I told her I was sick of loss. I told her what the last three years had been like and about sorrow and loss.
When I got ready to leave she shocked me. “Can I please give you a ride home.” I liked that a lot. It had already been a long walking day.
I am going back this Sunday.
Too much of life for too many people too much of the time is about proving that they are worth caring about. Too much…