I went to church this morning.
For a lot of people, that probably isn’t a particularly noteworthy statement. You get up on Sunday morning, get ready, drive to church, sit in your usual place, talk to people you know, listen to the message and go home.
For me, going to church often comes with another question: Could this finally be the one? Over the past ten years, I have visited a lot of churches.
Different denominations. Different sizes. Different styles of worship. Traditional churches. Contemporary churches. Churches where everyone seems to know everyone and churches where you can disappear into the crowd without anyone noticing.
I’ve found things I’ve liked in many of them. Finding one where everything fits has been considerably harder. Part of that difficulty comes from my own background.
I have a master’s degree in theology. I’ve spent years studying Scripture, theology, church history and the different ways Christians have wrestled with difficult questions about God, faith and the Bible.
That doesn’t mean I know everything. Quite the opposite. One of the things theological education teaches you is how much there is still to learn. The deeper you dig into Scripture, the more you realize that some questions don’t have simple answers.
But studying theology does change the way you listen to a sermon. I can’t completely turn that part of my brain off. I’m listening to how Scripture is being interpreted. I’m thinking about context. I’m noticing the theological assumptions behind what is being said. I’m thinking about what isn’t being said. I’m comparing the message with what I’ve studied, what Scripture says and what I believe.
My expectations are probably different from those of the average person sitting in a pew on Sunday morning. That’s not better or worse. It’s simply different. I’m not necessarily looking for a more intellectual church. I’m looking for depth. I want to be challenged. I want someone to make me think. I want to occasionally leave church wrestling with something rather than simply agreeing with everything I heard. I want Scripture treated as something deep enough to spend a lifetime exploring, not reduced to three encouraging points about having a better week.
And that creates one side of the problem. The other side is much more human. Sometimes I walk into a church and people immediately make me feel welcome. Someone says hello. Someone asks my name. Someone introduces themselves. Maybe someone notices that I’m obviously new and makes an effort to have an actual conversation with me.
Those things matter.
But then the service begins, and I realize the teaching isn’t going to work for me. Maybe the theology doesn’t align with what I believe. Maybe the message stays at a surface level. Maybe I leave without being challenged or having anything new to think about. I walk out thinking: Wonderful people. I’m just not sure this is where I can grow.
Then there are churches where exactly the opposite happens. The sermon is excellent. The pastor digs into Scripture. The message has substance. I’m sitting there thinking, Finally. This is what I’ve been looking for. Then the service ends. Nobody says anything. People walk past me to talk with their friends. Groups form around the room. Everyone seems to know where they belong and who they belong with. I’m simply the unfamiliar guy standing there.
Sometimes people look at you. They just don’t talk to you. And I leave thinking: Great message. I’m just not sure anyone cared that I was there. I don’t think most of that is intentional.
People who have belonged to a church for years already have relationships there. Sunday morning may be the only time they see some of those friends. They’re catching up with people they know. They’re finding their usual seats. They’re following routines they’ve developed over years.
There’s nothing wrong with that.
But it means a longtime member and a first-time visitor can walk into exactly the same church and have two completely different experiences. The member walks into a room filled with familiar faces. The visitor walks into a room filled with strangers. The member sees community. The visitor is trying to determine whether there is room in that community for one more person.
That’s a very different perspective.
Churches frequently talk about being welcoming, but I’ve learned there is also a difference between hospitality and belonging. Someone standing at the entrance saying, “Good morning! Welcome!” is hospitality. And hospitality matters. But belonging goes further. Belonging begins when someone becomes curious about who you are. “Is this your first time here?” “What brought you here?” “Where are you from?” “Come sit with us.” “We usually grab coffee afterward. Want to come?” Those are incredibly small gestures to the person making them.They aren’t small to the person standing alone.
Because ultimately, I’m looking for two things when I walk into a church. Truth and community.
I want teaching with enough depth to challenge me. But I also want people. I want conversations. I want relationships. I want opportunities to serve alongside others. I want people who eventually notice when I’m not there. I want the possibility that some of the people I meet on Sunday morning might eventually become people I talk to on Tuesday afternoon.
Because while I believe Christianity is deeply personal, I don’t believe it was intended to be entirely solitary. My relationship with Christ isn’t dependent upon a church building.God doesn’t suddenly appear when I walk through the doors on Sunday morning and disappear when I leave.Faith has to survive outside the sanctuary.It has to exist when nobody else is watching.It has to exist on Monday morning, Wednesday afternoon and Saturday night.
A church cannot have my relationship with God for me. But that doesn’t mean community isn’t important. There is value in having people to learn with. People to serve with. People who challenge you. People who encourage you. People who pray for you. People you can pray for. People who know something about your life beyond the fact that you occupy a particular seat for an hour on Sunday morning.
Maybe that’s what I’ve actually been searching for during all these years of walking through different church doors. Not the perfect church. I’ve been around Christianity long enough to know that church doesn’t exist. Every congregation is filled with imperfect people. Every pastor is imperfect. Every denomination has things it emphasizes and things it probably doesn’t emphasize enough. And the person walking through the doors evaluating all of them is imperfect too.
I’m not searching for perfection. I’m searching for alignment and belonging.
A place where I don’t have to choose between being spiritually fed and personally known. A place where serious questions aren’t threatening. A place where Scripture can be examined deeply. A place where I can bring everything I’ve learned about God while remaining humble enough to recognize how much I still have left to learn. And a place where eventually someone notices whether or not I showed up.
Maybe that’s asking a lot. Perhaps that’s why I’ve spent ten years looking. But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting both. Christianity may be personal, but personal doesn’t have to mean alone. There is a difference between sitting in a church and becoming part of one. There is a difference between being welcomed and being known.
And there is a tremendous difference between attending somewhere and knowing: These are my people. This is where I belong. You can attend almost anywhere. Finding somewhere you truly belong is considerably harder. But I still believe it’s worth walking through another door.
Finding where we belong is rarely limited to a church.
We search for it in relationships, careers, friendships, communities and sometimes within ourselves. We want places where we can grow without pretending to be someone we’re not—and people who challenge us while still making room for us at the table.
Maybe belonging isn’t always something we immediately find.
Sometimes it is something we continue walking toward.
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