Today we made our first attempt to find a church. There are 20 United Methodist churches to choose from in our zip code alone, so we figure we have a good chance at finding one that we like. We haven't church-shopped in a long time, so we were a little wary of the experience this morning.
We chose today's selection because of proximity to our home and worship time. There's a church that's closer, but the worship service is at 10:00 a.m., right in the middle of naptime. We were still a little late to this service, but such is life with an infant.
Although I had a good feeling about this church from the website, we probably won't be going back.
There were some good points. The people were quite friendly, though it probably helps that we were carting around the world's cutest kid. The nursery was passable. We noticed when we picked Joshua up after the service that he had been crying, but it was too crazy to get the story from the attendant (we're guessing he was just tired and fussy). It is a multigenerational church that appears to make a concerted effort to be relevant to the community.
But the pastor. Yikes. He is not the one advertised on their website, so I'm assuming he was just appointed at the beginning of July, although he looks to be at or past the age of retirement, meaning that he may just be there temporarily His sermon was weak, to put it mildly, with either no point or too many, I still can't decide. But the worst was that after the service, as he stood at the door to greet people, he didn't even make eye contact with either Jay or me. He was talking to someone behind us, shook my hand as I stuck it out, and didn't look at me or say a word to me. How welcoming!
We have two more that we're seriously considering, so hopefully next week will be better.