This morning my activities included leisurely reading the Sunday paper while enjoying a cup of coffee, checking my e-mail and a few blogs, making pumpkin juice for Offspring #2's Harry Potter party (this senior class is way cool), and doing some work type stuff around the house. Noticeably absent was church attendance.
As I've mentioned in earlier posts, I'd like a church that is relevant, authentic, and inclusive. I want one with progressive theology and one which embraces mystery and creativity. There doesn't seem to be a church in town that fits my bill. I think really good candidates would be here or here, but I'd have to board a jet weekly, and then my carbon footprint would be waaaay too big.
Even though I'm not expecting a "perfect" church (since that doesn't exist), perhaps I am being too picky. Perhaps I'm subconsciously expecting to be so enamored with a church that (to borrow from the abominable snowman on Bugs Bunny) I want to "hug it and squeeze it and name it George". Perhaps. But for now, I'm enjoying my Sunday mornings.
