A perfect fit

I sometimes mention that I attend two churches each Sunday, but that doesn't mean I think I am super righteous or better than anybody.  Believe me, I'm at the bottom of the heap when it comes to being better than anyone.

I was raised going to church three times a week, not to mention the times we had a Gospel Meeting and went every evening for a week to hear a different preacher.  Most churches would call that a revival, but the Churches of Christ never used that term.  

There have been several times in my life when I didn't attend church at all, I'm sad to say.  I didn't even want to.  Oh, I've gone to various churches for years, then quit attending any church at all for years.  But in my sixties, I began to feel a longing, sort of like homesickness; I would pick up my guitar and sing the old hymns; they almost made me cry, I missed them so much.  

After my husband retired, I begged him to go to church with me, since he would have all the time in the world to do what he wanted, now that he didn't have to go to work.  He didn't really want to, but he agreed.  I chose an independent church that was relatively new in our town.  It was more like a Baptist church than anything else.  We went there for two or three years, but my husband doesn't like going to church and began to resent it more and more.  I realized I was wrong, trying to force him to go.  

My next problem was that I don't drive.  But we are only a mile and a half from town, where there are four churches to choose from, and he was happy to take me to any of them.  Since I had gone to the Baptist church back in the 80's... my two children were baptized there... that's the one I chose.  There aren't a lot of people there any more, only one person I remembered from the old days.  But they sang the hymns and they were all so very nice, and happy to see someone new.  The preacher's wife loves to garden, so we have that in common.  Lately there are a few different people coming, and there have even been some baptisms.

Their services start around 10:30.  Meanwhile, four blocks away, there is a Methodist Church with so few people attending (sometimes as few as 10) that a preacher comes to handle the service starting at 9 A.M., then drives 15 miles to a larger town to preach to another congregation at 10:30.  I figured I could go there for the service, then walk four or five blocks to the Baptist church.  Cliff drops me off at one and picks me up at the other now.

I've been going to both these churches for five or six years.  I am neither Baptist or Methodist, but I love the people in both places.  The Baptists are more like the church I grew up in, but I like to be around any people who know what Jesus is about; if we can all talk about Jesus together, or share Bible verses, I am quite comfortable.  You see, all the rest of my week, nobody cares about "that stuff".  But on Sunday, I am home again... TWICE. 

God works in mysterious ways, and I have found I am more comfortable at church without my husband along.  He's a good man, but at church he's a fish out of water.