This week I’ve been listening to some more of John Eldredge and got to the chapters on how a church small group is supposed to look like (and why most churches fail at this).  My church does a pretty good job at small group ministries, but I’m having a hard time figuring out where I belong anymore.  So in the spirit of seeking fellowship, I visited a church slightly smaller than North Point where I have been a regular attender for quite some time.  By smaller, I mean the entire building is slightly smaller than one of the children’s rooms where I used to volunteer.

I knew I’d be recognized as a “new visitor” at this place, and normally I avoid such attention, but this time I was intentionally seeking it.  Kind of.  I still did my normal routine of hiding in a corner somewhere and waiting for people to come to me instead of actively seeking out to talk to others.  Why did everybody ask, “Is this your first time here?” when they already know the answer anyway?  “No, I was hiding under the information table last week.”

I’m not sure where I’ll find myself next Sunday.  I mean, can I really stop attending a church that produces stuff like this on a regular basis:

From Lanny Donoho’s “What If” blog…