Back to the Presbyterians

Yesterday found David and me back at the Presbyterian church. Unfortunately, I feel like we still don't know that much about the place. As I commented afterward, "You know you're in trouble when the preacher shows up in full academic robes." It sounded a lot like a commencement address: generalized, positive, and not much about Jesus. Their new interim pastor will have her first shot at things next Sunday—too bad we'll both have to miss. I don't feel that we've gotten much of a feel for the way they would do worship yet. I hope that after a couple of months with the new interim they still aren't as sleepy on a Sunday. She seems to have some life in her.

We did get a chance at the coffee hour afterward. Met a couple of people and had pleasant conversations. I wonder what they thought. We had (quite by accident) showed up in almost-identical clothing (kinda gay looking too).

After church, I drove over to my aunt and uncle's house where my mom is staying for the week. Someone asked me what I was looking for in a church, and I'm sorry to say I sort of fluffed the answer. An honest answer might have been, "A church that treats someone like me as a part of the body and not a virus." An honest answer might be, "A church that doesn't give knee-jerk reactions to so many things." An honest answer might be, "A church that has a little more distance from James Dobson, Jerry Falwell, and George Bush." But I fluffed and said, "I go along with David because he's looking for a good church."