I’m trying to find a church.
It’s not easy.
American church culture makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little. Okay, a lot.
But, I’m trying.
I Googled (obviously, the best way to find a church) “churches round rock cedar park” and got a Yelp of the “TEN BEST CHURCHES” near me. This is what we do now. We find a church with Yelp.
After deciding that four of them are too far away, I checked out the remaining six.
They are ALL THE SAME.
DRESSED in casual yet perfectly on trend clothing. Oh, and jeans are always welcome.
Have a GIVING link at the top of the home page.
BURY service to community among a host of church ministries.
Have SMALL/LIFE/COMMUNITY GROUPS of which I can’t find one that would be good for a woman with a small child who would be attending on her own but is married.
Boast of LOUD MUSIC.
The LEAD PASTOR is a middle-aged white dude who is dressed in a nice button-down or polo shirt with jeans or khakis. He speaks with a wireless mic and a little music stand in front of him. Maybe he has a Bible.
They are HUGE.
They all have a FREAKING CAFE.
I know this makes me sound incredibly judgy. But I just can’t. I did the whole super involved youth group, small Christian college, two year missions, home group (another name for it) at a church just like the one described above for 15 years.
I know many of those people are authentic in their faith.
I find it incredibly inauthentic.
Church is not a concert. It’s not a place where everyone looks, talks, and acts the same.
Doesn’t Jesus just issue two commands?
“‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.” (Mark 12:30-31)
“Love God. Love Others.” Task completed.
I’m not giving up, but for now, my church is Jesus and me.