The problem is that this means it's time to go on the search. I don't like this part. I'm an oddball; I know I am. I don't fit in anywhere. But I don't blend into the background either. I tend to stand out, and not necessarily in a good way.
To top it off, I'm incredibly, painfully awkward around strangers. Not shy, really. Shy would be better. Shy would let me fade into the crowd. No, I'm awkward. Open-my-mouth-and-just-let-the-stupid-flow awkward. So the search can be painful.
I grew up in a small-c conservative, white, middle-class non-denominational church. Come to think of it, it was actively big-C Conservative too. Stockwell Day been there on occasion. Anyways, the point of that is that I don't understand denominations and how they work.
In my life, I've been to a wide variety of churches: Anglican, Baptist, Pentecostal, United, Jehovah's Witnesses, Church of Christ, that one that's always full of Germans, Catholic, etc.
A few years ago, I was going to a church full of pissed off little old ladies in large hats. They had great music and an exceptionally good pastor. They also had a bit of an attitude problem, or something. I was a head taller than everybody else in the small congregation and one of only three white people. Every single week somebody would admonish me for not raising my hand when they asked if anybody was there for the first time. Every week! And nearly every week somebody would say, oh, you must be here with Daniel. Daniel being the white guy, of course...
I also found that I couldn't sit near the back of the sanctuary, because it was impossible to hear the sermon over all the little old ladies grumbling about what the pastor was doing wrong.
A friend told me she'd heard of a church she'd like to try. She described it as a cool, new Catholic church where the priests are young and hip and they play rap music.
Wow, I said. That is so not my thing, but sure... I'll go with you. Once.
Of course, the church in question was the one with the incredibly stupid name. I still maintain that it's just not smart to name your church anything that rhymes with sodomise, especially if it's a made-up, stupid word. Anyways... The church wasn't Catholic. It was full of youthful energy and artsy hippies. And there was no rap until after I'd been going for several years. Ya, my 'once' turned into four plus years.
Unfortunately for me, I don't belong. Like I said... There are reasons I'm not going into. But I'm going to write about my search, borrowing (read: blatantly stealing) the Mystery 'Shipper questionaire from Ship of Fools.
It should provide you all with endless hours of entertainment at my expense. But that's what I'm here for.