I have lived much of my adult life by the mantra "Different is bad."
It started off beign, nothing complusive mind you. Just a level of comfort, or rather, discomfort. For example, if King Daddy is driving and goes two different ways to a familiar destination, I start to sweat. I know it is ridiculous, I just can’t help it. The reason I started going to my church was because it looked very much like the church I attended as a child. It was only fairly recently that I realized that it may look a lot like the church of my youth, but the feeling was not the same. Not. At. All.
On Easter Sunday I suffered much inner turmoil trying to decide if I should go to the “look a like” church or not. Finally, I realized that my faith is far more important to me and that loyalty to a building that evokes fond memories of experiences past should not bear weight on my decision. So we went to a different church. A church that bears no resemblance to the church of my youth on the exterior, but sitting in the pew I knew I had made the right decision.
It may not look like it, but it feels just like the church of my youth. A jr. choir, a busy children’s program, lots of teenagers, young families and adults. The celebration was spirit filled and just what my soul needed on a very holy day.
