Mark and I have had a love-hate relationship with church for the longest time. We’ve been to numerous churches in our time together; traditional churches, Living Room Churches, church plants, trendy urban churches. I won’t lie, sometimes I think this has been a good thing for both of us, forcing us to think about where we are worshipping and what we believe worship and service is about. Sometimes I think we just need to make up our mind and commit already.
Now we are at Storyline Church. We are really liking the people that we’ve met so far. I don’t know how to explain what I love about the people… let’s see.
Sometimes I will drink coke for days on end. Every meal is with coke. Coke for breakfast. Every thirst is quenched with syrupy goodness.
Then my stomach starts hurting. I get thirstier and thirstier with every drink I take. I’m really starting to question my eating habits…
I finally go for water. I feel refreshed, I feel like my body is saying, “Yes, this is what I wanted…”
That refreshed, “Ahhh….” feeling is what Storyline has done for me.
The week of our wedding one of the girls I had met at Storyline, Jenn, insisted that we get together for dinner. We had been trying to get together for the longest, and I just didn’t think it was going to happen that side of the wedding day. But she insisted, and I figured “Why not?”
Long story short, all four of the girls from Storyline ended up surprising me with a “Bridal Shower” dinner at Opryland Hotel (at the restaurant Mark and I celebrated our engagement at).
I almost cried. Ok, I think I did cry… just very discreetly. I don’t want to go into how I was feeling the weekend prior, but it wasn’t good at all. And this surprise dinner with not necessarily “close”, but extremely loving church friends?
Wow. I was completely taken aback with the hugeness of their gesture in my world.
I was taken aback by the extravagance of God’s love. I really believe my crying was heard, and my heart really was healed in a way none of these girls will probably ever know.
I still have all sorts of “qualms” about our current choice of church (“Mark, we don’t live in West End… why are we worshipping there???”), but I can’t help but believe that these kids have heart.