Church

We went to church this weekend, mostly at my prompting. I met the band leader, who was excited by the prospect of having a pianist in his midst, and he promised to search for sheet music so I could join them. He and Tim agree on the need to funkify some of the songs, so we'll see what next week is like with Tim behind the electric bass.

I found out they have a social hour small group that meets every other Friday night. I want to meet the couple who leads it, and if I like them, maybe start going.

It feels so foreign to be this excited about church. We struggle a lot with feelings of hypocrisy because, if pressed, we'd have to admit to the congregants that we reeeeally don't believe the things that they do. Would they feel betrayed if they were to ever discover Tim is pagan? Or would they continue embracing us the way that they have, because everyone has been incredibly warm and friendly?

And that's why we want to continue going. Not to mention, it's a nice way to start off Sunday morning.

But all the Godtalk has reminded me that I want to explore the Great Spirit, nature- and spirit-based side of spirituality. I want my own rituals and quiet moments to commune with the world.