It’s a dark and rainy cool October morning. Abbie is home sick from school — not only because of a cold, but both her eyes have been very red and itchy for a day or two. I got very little sleep this weekend – both kids are plagued with colds and coughing through the night.
The coffee is warming my icy veins, waking me a bit. Days like this bring about an urge to hibernate or write or watch movies. Certainly not work.
Yes, Sonya and I are going to different churches.
No, we’re not mad at each other.
No, it’s not permanent.
I committed over a year ago to participate in the worship service (or “contemporary” service) at CHPC. The hope was that this rebuilding of the church that we (worship team) would be able to be implemented into a meaningful, useful and new service – reach out to those who are reticent about church, those who want a less traditional service, etc.
So far nothing has changed. We have an interim pastor and a new building. But no change to our structure or services. Communication is still horrible. Divided. Sonya was fed up with the “crying wolf” and no change. The lack of challenging sermons. A closed off congregation, who seems to only care very little about those who walk in and out of the doors. So I gave her permission to try another church (in other words, a mutual decision. So far, the kids and her love Four Corners Church, and I’m happy (and jealous). Sonya had been unhappy and dissatisfied for more than a year, and stayed only because of my involvement in the service. She worshiped, but she felt disconnected (and I can’t blame her, our church is the most unfriendly place I’ve been to — a little niche of…)
I remain committed to what I’ve started and exhaust all options till I feel I can do no more (which is to move our service to Saturday evenings). I still have hope that CHPC will implement these changes, but I want them to happen, I want movement. If this doesn’t happen by or before the new year, I will quit. Regardless, I will be attending church with them soon.