Searching

So I've been living in Lubbock over three years now and still haven't found a church home. I guess I'm a little ashamed of this. Not specifically because I haven't been attending church regular but because it's more reflective of the state my life has been in.

Something's changed though. My little girl is 17mnths old. When I found out we were having a baby, some fatherly instincts kicked in. I knew I need her raised in a spiritual home. A church home would aid this cause. So Kim and I decided to start looking for a church after Audrey was born.

But there is something I can point to that really got me fire up about Jesus again. Sometime in May, Kim began reading those Left Behind books by Tim LaHaye. I kinda scoffed at it, thinking he was cashing in by taking an idea and spreading it across twelve books. But eventually, being a reader myself, I picked it up. Well, that book spoke to me. God showed me a group of people without hope, but with the truth. They knew Jesus was their only hope in salvation. So they began getting together and earnestly seeking His wisdom.

I instantly wanted what they had. I wanted a passion for Christ, and I wanted a group of believers to share that passion with.

God has led me to a bible church here. It's fantastic. It's ironic though: they are in between pastors, have a church body of about 60, they don't even have a Sunday school, but I am so drawn to them. I guess it's the non-judgmental attitude permeating throughout the building. I wore a t-shirt to church for the first time since I was a kid. I wear sandals every Sunday. The church doesn't take notes on your attendance and bug you about it. It's laid back, full of love, full of grace, and led by the Spirit. It's like I found a hidden gem buried in the sand.

So I may have found a church home. I am so thankful the search may be over.