Churches and Underwear

Yep...you read that title correctly! Churches are just like underwear. Finding the right fit is extremely important.

Sarah's View:   My theory is this . . . underwear comes in all kinds of sizes, colors and styles. Hmmmm just like churches.  You can find granny panties, thongs, tighty whiteys, leopard print, red satin, and even character underwear.  Churches have Pentecostal, Methodist, Vineyard, traditional, contemporary, Baptist, Holy Rollers, and even backwoods snake handlers. God has created us all different and unique.We cannot all be happy with the same type of church (or underwear).  I have a friend who doesn't want any music in her church service, quite the opposite of my church where we rock it every week.  I have a friend who only wears red thongs, again quite different from my choice of garment! Does that make one right and one wrong. . . no way.   We are just different and in different stages in our life.  If you find the wrong fit, it is bad. . .it, you know, gets stuck in your crack and just makes life uncomfortable.  Take the time and effort to find the right fit for you in your specific time in life. Your needs will probably change as you grow...the end result is that we will find ""depend"ance on God and the "depends" panties . . . .

Ruby's Take: According to Sarah's theory, I've been "going commando" for many years. I agree your choice of church is as personal as your choice in underwear. You have to try them out before committing to a decision. I tried a thong once...for about an hour. Seriously, it was like wearing dental floss. My daughter said "Mom you have to get used to it." I don't want to have to build up a tolerance to my underwear! Or to my church. Church is where people go to worship whatever God they believe in. It should be a safe place that feels comfortable and welcoming. Several years ago I attended church but never felt like I truly belonged. Everyone was wonderful to me but I felt like an outsider. They were all experiencing something I wasn't and try as I might I just couldn't feel it. I kept thinking there was something wrong with me. Ultimately I realized (much as I realized I can't wear a thong) that there's nothing wrong or defective with me, I just don't believe in what they do. It doesn't make me right and them wrong. I stopped going. There's a church out there for everyone, a place to go on Sunday morning where you feel free and safe to worship. You just have to find it. Mine is the local Starbucks, which is really close to the mall and I could use some new underwear...maybe I'll try some of those boy shorts.