Changing planes

Sometimes I wonder if I would be better off staying at home with my Bible, a theology textbook, and a pot of tea than going to church. I would surely learn more. Anyhow, I know it’s time to change churches when I spend the entirety of the service thinking up metaphors for how agonizingly dull it is. (My favorite was the image of a sweater unraveling. Slowly. Loop by loop.)

Anyway, I’ve been going to this church for about six months, which, if we are to follow my pattern of church hopping in Oklahoma, it’s about time for me to move on. Sometimes I wonder if my standards are too high. Is it too much to wish to still learn something? To be in a congregation that actually seems happy to be there? What would happen if we were to actually pay attention to the words of the Creed and say them with joy? (Good heavens, at least sound happy when you sing.)

All this to say: time for something new. Of the ten (10) churches* in town, I have been to the Baptist and the Episcopal (low) churches. There are 3 Presbyterian, 1 Episcopal (high), 1 Catholic, 1 Quaker, 1 Free Church, and 1 unknown (nondenom?) churches left. Can you guess which order I’d go through them?

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* There’s even an Orthodox church, but it only meets every third Sunday. Poor Orthodox Townsians.