Every few weeks, I try to make the first 101 class. I'm inspired and energized and most often, moved to tears.
It's the stories.
- What's your name?
- Why did you come to PCC?
- Why did you come back?
I haven't been in church in 19 years.
My last church split. It broke my heart.
I've never been to church. Ever.
We had a baby. We thought we should raise our kids in church.
I drive by here every day. One day, I decided to stop.
I want to learn about God. I don't understand anything about church.
The words come spilling out, and sometimes tears silently slip down their face. They reach over and clutch the hand of their significant other. They choose their words carefully. They talk about trust, and being hurt, and feeling judged. They talk about being able to hide until they are sure they're not going to get hurt.
And often, they talk about walking into other churches and never feeling welcome. And lately, that's what breaks my heart.
We're not a perfect church. We're not the best church in town. PCC isn't better than any other place where folks are meeting to worship God. We're not for everybody. Folks come, and folks go.
We just have open arms.
Rachel Held Evans wrote a great post this week called 15 Reasons I Left Church, all of which resonated. I'd heard them before. I'd felt them before.
And then, she offered a follow-up post: 15 Reasons I Returned To The Church. And just like sitting in 101, I'm moved to tears. Read it here.
And I'm curious, if you have a moment:
Are you currently going to church?
Why did you go?
What made you go back?