Top o’ Sunday evening to you. I haven’t much time, but I wanted to share an observation I’ve made since Marco and I decided to leave the church almost three months ago.
Ready? Here it is:
I feel closer to God.
What does that mean, though? To feel closer to God? I don’t know, exactly, but those I’ve spoken to who have also left the church understand what I mean. They get it.
When I was a child, there was a long standing joke about the The Church of the Great Outdoors and the people who made excuses for not attending service by saying they felt closer to God while fishing on a lake. I saw the adults laugh and shake their heads, and I learned to do the same. Now I get it, The Church of the Great Outdoors. It’s so much clearer to me. Sometimes it’s The Church of The Great Family Breakfast. or The Church of the Morning Beach Walk. I get more good out of that than I ever did from a church service.
That’s not to say church is out of my life for good. Heavens, no. I very much enjoy the community that church brings. I’m a big believer in building villages for our lives and church is a great place to do that. I’ve been feeling a pull toward church again, but more as a supplemental worship than a lifestyle.
I’ve made a conscious decision to look for God in the things that make up my life and I’ve found that he is more clear to me outside of the church than he ever was inside. I was recently reminded that there is a little piece of God that inhabits the soul of every living being and that because God/Jesus/Light/Intuition is inside me, I don’t need to depend on someone else to teach me The Right Way Of Life. Everything I need is already inside me, waiting for me to tune into It.