I was travelling Sunday and visited a protestant church. Part of the same denomination I belonged to before I converted. It’s a beautiful place, full of welcoming people and great stonework.
The basic form of the service was like a Mass, but the specifics were…different. The Trinity was “Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer.” The person leading the service cheerfully said “God dwells in you,” and everyone replied “And also in you.”
Anything difficult was softened (Jesus was never called Lord) or just removed (the Creed). All of it, including a very heartfelt message, made it clear that I was welcome just as I was. It was easy, I didn’t need to do anything in response to God’s love.
The church had changed to reach me where I was, so much so that it had nothing else to offer. I could be a part of it, and keep on doing everything that separated me from God. And then I remembered one of the reasons I left.
I know me. I am the thing that needs to be changed. And I could use the Church’s help.