alpharaposa | Feeling better

Sometime this afternoon I shook off the worst of the blahs. I had a craving for chicken today, and the husband obliged with dinner from KFC. All dark meat. No survivors.

We went to church this weekend, and finally walked into a church where we felt welcome. Even though we're pretty quiet people, someone picked us out as "new folks" right away. After the service, she made sure we knew about the Sunday School for our age range and introduced us around. We ended up staying for the class. The class leader gave us a copy of the book they're reading.

There was communion by intinction this past Sunday, and it was Confirmation Sunday. The actual confirmations and baptisms were happening on the late service and we went to the early one, so we missed that, but I was happy for a chance at communion. It's been too long. Far too long.

The church is just to the "evangelical/low-church" side of the dial. Nowhere near far enough to make me uncomfortable, but enough for me to switch vocabulary on some things. Certainly the kind of place where a spontaneous trip to the altar rail during service wouldn't shock anybody, even if it's not a usual thing. I mention this because I noticed it; because I can't not notice these things. Even when I'm sitting back and trying to let myself flow with the worship, there's always a little part of my brain looking at things clinically and checking off marks somewhere. I've analyzed churches and church-ness for so long that I can't fully turn that off, just ignore it until later.

I had forgotten that Annual Conference season is almost here.