New Churches
We’ve been looking for a church closer to home for the past few weeks. Not that we don’t love The Village church, but that the distance makes it hard to get involved.
I hate looking for a new church. It reminds me of car shopping. I feel like every time I walk into a new church I have to sit through another pitch on why this church is better than the others. This church has bounce houses for kids, and this other one has a coffee shop for young adults, and the third one does hymns to a contemporary beat for the older people.
I know what I’m looking for, but I’m not exactly sure how to explain that to others (but I’ll know it when I see it), but like walking into a Dodge dealership wanting a Ford F150, everyone seems to think that they know what I need better than I do.
The websites and the welcome material are well thought out and flashy (not to mention most of the church buildings themselves), and the people greeters seem ready to pounce on the new family.
I don’t like being the new family. I don’t like my children being sold to either. But more than anything, I don’t need someone to try to sell me glitz, glamour, and good feelings in place of the Gospel.
