I’m tired of attending church services on Sunday mornings.  This is something I’ve struggled with through my teen years and into my adult life.  The vast majority of sermons are a regurgitation of ideas I’ve already heard.  The bother of getting up and going and sitting and not doing all of the other things I’d rather do irritates me.  When I hear something that I flat out disagree with being preached from the pulpit I want to call out dissent.   I enjoy music and thus generally enjoy contemporary “worship” services, but there are several songs whose lyrics I can’t sing because I find them either disingenuous or based off of archaic principals that simply aren’t applicable today.

I often write little notes to my husband saying things like, “gag me buzzwords” or “again?  Really?  AGAIN?”

Which goes back to me banging an old drum.  Sunday mornings don’t aid in discipleship.  They are formatted for the ease of “new” believers and “seekers”.  They really hold little value for an older and committed member of the church.  The reason I go?  Because my friends do, my kids enjoy the children’s services, and it makes me feel like a part of a bigger whole.

I’m growing convinced that there needs to be a major change.  The community of believers needs to grow beyond Sunday services.  We need to minister to each other more fully.   We need to get out of the walls and into our larger communities, into the arts and entertainment and industry and life and involvement- beyond our own bubble of culture and out there.  In the real world.

The winds are changing for me.

I’m not sure what that means.