Beyond Bringing Up Boys

Last year at this time we were up to our eyeballs in paint, carpet, new floors and BOXES. Tonight I am up to my eyeballs in luggage! Tomorrow we will leave the heat of Georgia for the frigid temperatures of South Dakota by the way of Illinois where we will be joined by David’s parents, who will go with us. My mother-in-law reminded me tonight that I should bring a coat for the Black Hills. She knows me well and had to share a sweater with me a few weeks ago when I almost froze to death in Tennessee. Well, not quite. We’re packed. We’re excited and SO glad there’s not a paint can to be seen!

Before I post the following letter, please allow me to explain that while I found this article especially convicting after our 9 months of church searching/hopping (ouch!), we did attend the same church in KY for 10 years! Dearest Career Church Hopper: I met you again on Wednesday, the same person smiling at me through a different face, telling me that you've been shopping for churches for months now, and that darn it, you "just can't find one (you) like." The music's too rocky at this one, you said; the preacher too funny at that one. The latest one might make the cut, though: you'd had the pastor and his wife over the previous evening for a little "dinner audition" -- your words, not mine -- and he said things that made you feel good and comfortable, things that you already agree with, so you're thinking about sticking around. At the very least, you could get your teaching from this church and your worship from that one. I'm sure we'll ...