Six Years. Where did they go?

This summer I am leaving a church. It is closing (probably) and my family is moving. These are somewhat unrelated events, except that God finally is letting us leave now that it has become apparent that there ain’t much of a pulse here anymore. We felt called to be here, but in so many ways they feel like wasted years. I honestly do not know whether I’ve helped further the kingdom. I am closer to God and closer to my family, but we will leave very few friends behind.
… rather, we’re leaving a hundred associates whom I won’t miss.

We attended Church with these people. Or, we attended church with them until they wandered away. They are nice people. We attended meetings, dinners, luncheons, special services and events… but we were always too busy to actually love one another and listen to one another. And, when they wandered away from us, looking for something shiny, they never bothered to look back at us on their way out. The only thing we had in common was the Churchiness of our weekly gathering, and that wasn’t enough to bring us together as the Body of Christ. Take the Churchiness out of the equation, and we weren’t even friends.

I like my husband’s lesson from this:

Never attend a church with an organ.
It shows where the congregation’s heart lies.

Peace Out,
MrsQ