I really don't mean to be grumpy about it all but there seems to be so much that is less than ideal that could be easily fixed. I'm not a perfectionist by any means but I do have high standards and so, it seems, I'm inevitably disappointed by the goings-on at church - my specific church.
Well, I have an entire blog to fill so the details will emerge over time so for now I will only provide a little bit of a background, an excuse, perhaps, for my grumpiness over church matters.
I was raised in a Christian Reformed household - very Christian Reformed. My parents were Dutch immigrants and my father was a minister in the church. I attended the CRC until I moved to the Big Smoke when I was about 25. At that time I started going to a Baptist church, simply because those with whom I chummed around with went there. That lasted a couple of years after which I got married to a CRC-raised woman who was attending an Anglican church. We got married in that church and - no, we didn't start attending there but ended up going back to the local CRC - which was so far on the left side of the CRC spectrum that it continually got itself in hot water with all the other CRCs. At the time I didn't want to go to the Anglican church because I was continually frustrated with all the page turning in order to follow the liturgy.
Fast-forward ten years or so and we find ourselves in another community and in an Anglican church - and we were happy. We felt welcomed and we belonged. Perhaps too happy as it seems to have spoiled us for future Anglican churches . . . and this is why I've decided to start writing a blog about it all.
More on that at another time.
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