This post is sponsored by Jet Lag Fatigue and a Wicked Head Cold. I’ve tried to spend today sleeping and drinking water as much as possible, so I don’t have much to give by way of a blog post. So instead, I’m going to turn it over to you.
Do you have a journal? Some memories of faith experiences in the past? Grab a pen an see what happens when you answer these questions.
What were you looking for when you went to church (or another place of worship)?
Did you find it?
What did you find in the process of looking?
Church was something I had to attend growing up. My parents worked in ministry, so there was no way to get out of church attendance unless there was sickness involved. So when I think about what I was looking for when I went to church, my mind wanders to university years and life in Melbourne, my first foray into adulthood. And the answer is easy.
I was looking for belonging. Acceptance. Love. I was looking for a place where I could be myself and bring the parts of me that seemed sick or broken, but I would be invited in anyway when people found out, and they would walk with me, life-long bonds would form that were strong, I would get better, we would do life together and make an impact.
Did I find it? Yes and no, and I hope to write more about that in the days and weeks to come.
What I found in the process of looking was God. In my need to find acceptance from people, I found him instead, I found Jesus waiting for me at every turn in the journey.
Thanks for your time and patience, and if you feel like sharing your answers, please do so in the comments.