The Revolving Door

I've been to many, many churches, a good number of them while still living under my parent's roof. That's because my mom, an adventurer at heart, was always searching for -- well, something. An authentic experience, perhaps?

To that end, she dragged me and my three sisters down the carpeted aisles of many congregations. 

So I've been up close and personal with hand-raising, tongue-speaking Assembly of Goders (AOG's), sleepy Methodists, get-saved-every-week Baptists, and stately Presbyterians - AKA "God's Frozen Chosen." I've also spent time on my knees in Catholic pews. And clapping during lively worship songs with "Down with dogma, Up with Jesus!" Non-denominationalists.

As a kid, I hated this ongoing whirl through church doors. But I now find myself incredibly grateful. 

Thanks, Mom, for teaching me that to really get to know God, I must diligently seek Him out.