Sunday, March 29, 2015
I'm going to church.
I'm choosing to go church. I grew up going to Catholic Mass with my family. Every Sunday I dreaded church - sitting inside a very crowded service with fellow students and strangers in my home town. Sometimes it wouldn't be so bad, but honestly, I just went through the movements, the 'sayings' (prayers), the standing/sitting/kneeling rituals.
But since my post in November 2014, after a flux of response via Facebook from fellow church (?!!) going friends, I've been attending a Christian church down the street, and shhhh, liking it!
It's not Catholic (I know, I already said it was Christian), but it is an adorable little church in the heart of the neighborhood, filled with people who have for generations attended this church and travel as far as the east side (!!) to attend this church in Crown Hill neighborhood (basically north Ballard - "west side" for those non-Seattlites.)
Our five year old daughter joins me and seems to really like it. Honestly, they won her over when her first time in the church she got to be on the alter -or what she calls "the stage." I can't say I blame her. The children all get to sit up on "the stage" each week and have a special moment just for them. Some listen. Some cry. Some run around being chased by a parent. It's actually such a sweet way to kick off the service.
Then the kids go up to a worship time and I get to sit and learn about things again with an open mind and open ear.
My new church is open minded, non-descriminating, Woman Pastor environment. It also has a similar enough prayer style and communion idea - two things from the Catholic mass I grew up enjoying and responding to, which makes me feel comfortable and at home.
So today, I can honestly say "Yes, I go to Church. And guess what? I like it."
In case you're curious, the church is Northwest Christain Church - only one sermon each week. And don't worry - I won't pressure you to join me, but invite anyone who's interested!