Yesterday I went to church. For most of you this isn't surprising. What was surprising for me is that I resisted every minute of it.
Not in the sense of needing to be anywhere else. Not in the sense of questioning every bit of theology. I simply kept looking at my watch in hopeful anticipation of the end of the service.
Yesterday I did not want to be in church.
Yesterday, chances are that I felt obligated to be in church.
I know all about community, the need for it, the command for it. I know churches are made up of people and that people aren't perfect, that people will hurt you, that people will let you down.
While I still am passionate about my faith, something has happened these last few months that makes me wonder where organized religion will fit into my life.