The search for a church

Last week we started our search for a new church. Of course Evergreen is The Church as far as James and Eleanor are concerned, and they want a church that is exactly the same.

We went to a church called New Life which we knew would be quite a bit different. We warned them that it wasn’t going to be like Evergreen, but that we needed to check it, and all the other churches around, out before we picked one. As we walked in and James saw the stage setup with guitar and drums, he turned to Cris and whispered, “Eleanor is going to hate this.”

He was right. She sat stone-faced just about the entire time. Every now and then she’d forget she was supposed to be mad and would smile at the baby in front of us, till she’d remember and put the frowny face back on. At one point the music had a sort of gospel flavor to it and people were clapping. I tried to, but she held my arm tight to my side.

Afterwards she complained about “hip-hop church” (it wasn’t) and the lack of hymns (though we had sung “Amazing Grace”).

I was pretty bummed that she hated it so much; not that I was eager to go back, but I was hoping to sign her up for a day camp they’re having later this month. But she would have none of it.

Tomorrow we’re going to check out a new church that’s spun off Tenth Presbyterian. That should be more to her liking.

Cris finished his first week of Greek and if he ever comes up for air, he might write something about it. It’s a lot of work, but he’s enjoying it. As we all knew he would.