Church searching

Today is a day that I hate Fibromyalgia. If you're wondering what that is, look it up; all I will say is that it means constant pain and fatigue for me. To battle the pain today I decided to take a warm bath, which of course includes listening to music and reading a book.

I've been re-reading "Blue Like Jazz" by Donald Miller, and while bathing read the chapters "Confession" and "Church". It's amazing what you can miss the first, and perhaps even second, time reading a book. I found that especially "Church" was applicable to my current situation with trying out a new church and leaving what I've known behind. Sometimes you have to go where you feel the Spirit guiding you.

I grew up in a Berean church, which is a pretty small denomination that I am told has similarities with the Mennonites. My church was pretty conservative, but unless I was being rebellious and depressed, the teaching was good and biblically based.

I've never really thought that there were bad denominations, just ones that I didn't like (which are mostly charismatic churches that have the speaking in tongues and such). My family is made up of a lot of denominations. Dad's parents are Catholic, Mom's parents were Lutheran, aunts and uncles are Baptist, Methodist, Lutheran, Evangelical Free, and a bible church that is unaffiliated with a denomination. I also have relatives that are atheist, agnostic, and whatever in between.

I thought my church was the right one for me, but it turns out that it may not be. I want to be able to serve once more in a community, not just in a church. This is what has left me looking for a new church home. The church I attended on Sunday with a friend seemed that it may give me more of an opportunity to serve and also have a sense of community, and it was Lutheran, which I am sure would have made Grandma P happy. I haven't heard a sermon there, so I am not sure if I will make it my church home, but it definitely deserves a second look.