Introducing myself
Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 2:49 am
Glad this board exists...I've been trying to figure out where I could talk about this.
First, some background. I'm a CoC PK, grew up in the southeast, graduated from Harding. We weren't ultra-conservative, but definitely not liberal / progressive either. As a kid, I wasn't allowed to wear pants on Sunday morning unless there was snow on the ground -- but Sunday night, Wednesday night, and the rest of the week were fine.
After college, I landed in San Diego. When I first got here, I didn't have a car or driver's license, so I went to a congregation I could get to by public transit without too much difficulty. Within a year, I had both a license and a vehicle -- thanks in part to the young adult minister from that church -- and kept attending there. There were some problems, but nothing insurmountable.
After about 7 years, I had moved across the county, so I now had a 20-30 minute drive to church on Sundays. I had been part of the team teaching the preschoolers on Wednesday nights, but after one of my co-teachers took offense when I put a disruptive child in a time out (it was a little more complicated than that, but that'll do as a summary), I was asked to step down -- and I was mortified. If I turned up in the regular Wednesday classes after not being there for so long, people were going to ask why...I couldn't really explain without feeling like a gossip, or like I was asking people to take sides...it was just a really uncomfortable position to be in.
Around this time, we had a guest speaker on a Sunday night whom I rather enjoyed. He was preaching at a church much closer to where I was living, and after splitting my time for a while, I ended up switching to that congregation. Which, as it turns out, was non-institutional, but at the time, not as conservative as many churches in that movement -- or at least, not as obviously so. In fact, around this time, my dad had retired, and my parents were attending a nominally-mainstream congregation in the small NC town where they live now, which was far more conservative, and which eventually asked them to leave, over a disagreement regarding divorce and remarriage. At this church, I ended up running the resource room (library), which turned into the spot all the little kids would hang out, playing with Duplos and watching VeggieTales or the like, while their parents socialized after service. I loved doing that, and was functionally a deacon, but without the title, which I was OK with. (I don't really see a compelling reason the title should be restricted, but it's not about titles, y'know?)
After a few years, the aforementioned preacher had what I can best summarize as the worst midlife crisis ever, and ended up leaving the congregation and his family in a very messy and painful manner for all concerned. His replacement, who had originally been brought in as a second minister, was much more conservative, and also had more of a marketing background than a scholarly one...and that's when things started getting rough for me there. We never got along, and he brought out some of the worst tendencies in the congregation, including a focus on looking good to the outside world over actually resolving conflicts. After feeling increasingly alienated over some time, I left that congregation. I nearly left the CoC altogether at that point, but decided to give my previous congregation one more chance. That was about two years ago.
It's still a good church, but I've been having a hard time feeling connected. In the time I was away, I developed some health problems that make it hard for me to participate in some of the ways I have in the past. They have a church librarian who's been doing it for years, and the library isn't really the kind of gathering spot it was at my previous church anyway. I can't keep up with the little ones to teach. Partly because of health, and partly because I"m feeling so unplugged, I've been having a hard time making it to Sunday morning worship.
Instead, the past few week, I've been visiting a Disciples of Christ congregation. It's a lot closer to home, worship starts 30 min later, and most importantly, I'm actually feeling fed spiritually, more than I have in a long time. I dramatically overslept Sunday a week ago, and really missed being there -- something I haven't been feeling at the CoC I've been attending -- I'm still going on Wednesday nights, because I do like the preacher, and we're in the middle of a fairly interesting class series, and the DoC church doesn't do a midweek service anyway -- but it's feeding my head, not my heart.
The DoC experience has been interesting -- it's a lot more open and progressive socially, lots of women in leadership, a small choir and instrumental accompaniment, but not an overmiked band drowning out the singing, or church-as-performance -- people sing, participate, are engaged. It's a more liturgical service than the CoC, but I'm kind of liking that, too.
I think this Disciples church is where I need to be right now, though I'll probably keep going to the CoC on Wednesday nights, at least for a while.
I just don't know how my family will take it when I tell them. My dad already defriended me on FB over politics -- SSM / NC amendment 1, specifically. If I tell him I'm going to a church where the Mother's Day guest speaker was a woman _in_ a SSM, and the regular preacher is also female, he's not going to take it well. Even just instrumental music + choir + leavened bread for communion is probably more than he'd accept. I'm 3rd gen CoC on his side of the family and I think 4th on Mom's, though one of my uncles and his family switched to a Baptist (IIRC) church years ago, and my generation is a little more mixed -- but except for my brother, the rest aren't PKs, and that makes a difference in the dynamic.
First, some background. I'm a CoC PK, grew up in the southeast, graduated from Harding. We weren't ultra-conservative, but definitely not liberal / progressive either. As a kid, I wasn't allowed to wear pants on Sunday morning unless there was snow on the ground -- but Sunday night, Wednesday night, and the rest of the week were fine.
After college, I landed in San Diego. When I first got here, I didn't have a car or driver's license, so I went to a congregation I could get to by public transit without too much difficulty. Within a year, I had both a license and a vehicle -- thanks in part to the young adult minister from that church -- and kept attending there. There were some problems, but nothing insurmountable.
After about 7 years, I had moved across the county, so I now had a 20-30 minute drive to church on Sundays. I had been part of the team teaching the preschoolers on Wednesday nights, but after one of my co-teachers took offense when I put a disruptive child in a time out (it was a little more complicated than that, but that'll do as a summary), I was asked to step down -- and I was mortified. If I turned up in the regular Wednesday classes after not being there for so long, people were going to ask why...I couldn't really explain without feeling like a gossip, or like I was asking people to take sides...it was just a really uncomfortable position to be in.
Around this time, we had a guest speaker on a Sunday night whom I rather enjoyed. He was preaching at a church much closer to where I was living, and after splitting my time for a while, I ended up switching to that congregation. Which, as it turns out, was non-institutional, but at the time, not as conservative as many churches in that movement -- or at least, not as obviously so. In fact, around this time, my dad had retired, and my parents were attending a nominally-mainstream congregation in the small NC town where they live now, which was far more conservative, and which eventually asked them to leave, over a disagreement regarding divorce and remarriage. At this church, I ended up running the resource room (library), which turned into the spot all the little kids would hang out, playing with Duplos and watching VeggieTales or the like, while their parents socialized after service. I loved doing that, and was functionally a deacon, but without the title, which I was OK with. (I don't really see a compelling reason the title should be restricted, but it's not about titles, y'know?)
After a few years, the aforementioned preacher had what I can best summarize as the worst midlife crisis ever, and ended up leaving the congregation and his family in a very messy and painful manner for all concerned. His replacement, who had originally been brought in as a second minister, was much more conservative, and also had more of a marketing background than a scholarly one...and that's when things started getting rough for me there. We never got along, and he brought out some of the worst tendencies in the congregation, including a focus on looking good to the outside world over actually resolving conflicts. After feeling increasingly alienated over some time, I left that congregation. I nearly left the CoC altogether at that point, but decided to give my previous congregation one more chance. That was about two years ago.
It's still a good church, but I've been having a hard time feeling connected. In the time I was away, I developed some health problems that make it hard for me to participate in some of the ways I have in the past. They have a church librarian who's been doing it for years, and the library isn't really the kind of gathering spot it was at my previous church anyway. I can't keep up with the little ones to teach. Partly because of health, and partly because I"m feeling so unplugged, I've been having a hard time making it to Sunday morning worship.
Instead, the past few week, I've been visiting a Disciples of Christ congregation. It's a lot closer to home, worship starts 30 min later, and most importantly, I'm actually feeling fed spiritually, more than I have in a long time. I dramatically overslept Sunday a week ago, and really missed being there -- something I haven't been feeling at the CoC I've been attending -- I'm still going on Wednesday nights, because I do like the preacher, and we're in the middle of a fairly interesting class series, and the DoC church doesn't do a midweek service anyway -- but it's feeding my head, not my heart.
The DoC experience has been interesting -- it's a lot more open and progressive socially, lots of women in leadership, a small choir and instrumental accompaniment, but not an overmiked band drowning out the singing, or church-as-performance -- people sing, participate, are engaged. It's a more liturgical service than the CoC, but I'm kind of liking that, too.
I think this Disciples church is where I need to be right now, though I'll probably keep going to the CoC on Wednesday nights, at least for a while.
I just don't know how my family will take it when I tell them. My dad already defriended me on FB over politics -- SSM / NC amendment 1, specifically. If I tell him I'm going to a church where the Mother's Day guest speaker was a woman _in_ a SSM, and the regular preacher is also female, he's not going to take it well. Even just instrumental music + choir + leavened bread for communion is probably more than he'd accept. I'm 3rd gen CoC on his side of the family and I think 4th on Mom's, though one of my uncles and his family switched to a Baptist (IIRC) church years ago, and my generation is a little more mixed -- but except for my brother, the rest aren't PKs, and that makes a difference in the dynamic.