Looking for My People

When I am around other Christians, I often feel out of place. Their language and attitudes are certainly not completely foreign to me, but neither are they my own, really. And I am increasingly aware that, should I express myself in my own way, they would not understand and I may even find myself the target of virulent opposition. I’ve been told many times that my penchant for taking a cost/benefit view of pretty much everything (including morality and salvation) are “worldly” and “unchristian.” And I certainly shouldn’t mention my predilection for postmodernism – association with it makes one “secular,” “irrational,” “dangerous,” and at least heterodox (if not completely heretical). Oh, and apparently being libertarian makes me “immoral” and “a child molester” (I won’t be forgetting that gem any time soon).

By way of analogy, in your average gathering of Christians (be it church, school, or whatever), I feel like a nerve cell that has found its way into group of muscle cells – I, at least, am fairly sure we’re part of the same body, but we’re not at all the same. While this may be good for both of us to deal with, I find it quite taxing on the best days – infuriating and depressing on the worst. So, this nerve cell is setting out to find some of her own kind. Be it ever so temporarily, I want to connect with other people like me, simply to confirm that they exist and to be able to relax, knowing I’m not going to be pounced upon.

To this end, I have found an emergent church in the area and plan on visiting them this coming Sunday. They may not be the fellows I’m looking for, but it seemed a logical place to begin the search. Any who are interested in searching with me or simply inspecting these curious emergent folks are welcome to join. Just zip me an email.

To friends who have put up with me in spite of my weirdnesses: thank you and God bless you.
To family and friends who have appreciated me because of them: I love you all muchly and couldn’t have survived if it weren’t for you.