It’s been a while, right? Things have certainly moved right along since last I wrote. It’s been MORE THAN A YEAR! Four (or is it five?) vaccines later, and we’re back to semi-normal. I mean, I still wear a mask sometimes… sometimes not. There’s not really any rhyme or reason to it. Weirdly, everyone in my immediate family—and most of my extended family—has remained COVID free. Not sure why or how, but I’ll take it!
|Bill's in COLLEGE, y'all...!!!!!|
Meanwhile Tom and I are getting used to our empty nest… We’ve established some new routines —Tuesdays at the movies, Saturdays at the Farmer’s Market, shows at the Cradle whenever we feel like it... It sort of feels like we’re on a perpetual date! Not bad for a couple of old folks, I’d say! (Look how many exclamation points I'm using!!!)
Our other big thing is that we’re attending a new church now, after many, many years of being at our old church (35 for me, 20 for Tom). I used to unreservedly recommend our old church quite often—both in this blog and when I wrote a column for the now defunct Chapel Hill News. We had great music, the leaders and the people were sweet, and it was full of love and grace. They really saved my life at a time when it seriously could have gone either way. They were really like a family to me.
|Just a coupla empty-nesters|
out on the town!
Anyway, this new place we’re going is a mellow, sweet, neighborhood Methodist church. It's a bit heavier on liturgy than sermon, which is fine—I mean, I've probably got enough sermon minutes stored up to last me a while... The people are warm and friendly, and having grown up Methodist, it’s all very familiar and comfortable to me. Added bonus: no one is yelling at us, talking down to us, being bitingly sarcastic, or passing their own narrow view as Gospel truth.
And I know that no church is perfect. Of course every church has problems! But I just couldn’t keep affirming with my presence and offerings a place where people were being hurt. And this new place may have its own troubles, but for now I’m going to show up, sing the hymns, and rest in it.
And that’s our news. If you’re not into church, it might not seem like a huge deal, but to me, it’s momentous and scary and a relief all at the same time. So… if you’re reading this hold me up in your prayers… as well as our previous church. I know I’m not giving specifics, but He'll know who you’re talking about!
*I say this all with complete acknowledgment that I myself am a lousy, hypocritical mess... and I could be totally wrong.