When Jay and I got married, I found myself fighting to get him to go to church with me on Sundays. For whatever reason, he just wasn't comfortable at my church. (He references the membership roll of 3,000+ people.)
As a compromise, we decided to attend the small country church that my grandparents attend.
The problem? Its full of old people. (My aunt, who's 55, was chosen to play Mary in the Christmas drama a few years ago because of her young age.) But I went, because Jay would attend without a fight.
For a while, that was good enough. Then I wrote this post. Don't get me wrong, the church is full of really sweet people. And I'm sure part of it is that I'm just getting out of it what I put in it. But I can't help but feel like everyone there is just going through the motions. They've served their time. Now they're content to sit back and go through the Sunday/Wednesday rituatals.
After reading the confessions post Jay was surprised. He didn't realize how unhappy I was in the church, and offered to find a different one. Which in turn surprised me.
I've asked him to call a buddy of his who use to attend a church near our house. If he still goes there, I think Jay and I are going to try them out next Sunday.
And once we move, there is a church we pass on the way in that I'd like to try. It looks to be big enough to have classes for all age groups (our current Sunday school class - if we went - would be with my Aunt), but not big so big that it feels cold or inpersonal.
I certainly covet your prayers through this transitional time!
PS - the lesson to be learned here? don't make your husband read your blog to learn how you feel! just come out with it over dinner one night!!