Trust Me, Church: What I’m Longing for in a New Member Class (and Beyond)

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No one was more surprised than I was to find myself in a new member class after less than a year at my local church. Perhaps it was a result of growing up Catholic that the idea of membership held little appeal; the only benefits appeared to be (1) eligibility for church governing committees and [Read More...]

Trust Me, Church: When Passing the Peace Turns Stressful for Me

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Belonging to a different church than my husband seemed hardly subversive in the beginning. After all, he worked fourteen-hour days on Sundays as a pastor in a neighboring town and took our one and only car to get there. I, on the other hand, rode my bike to a nearby congregation that I was starting [Read More...]

Trust Me, Church: Why I’m Not That Interested in “Letting You Know I’m Here”

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When I graduated from divinity school, I was homeless. Not in a literal kind of way but a spiritual one. I had been living in the same city for two years without a church to call my own. Sure, I had dated a few congregations on and off but nothing serious developed. The only names [Read More...]


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