Tomorrow morning I will be meeting up with Elaine to head to a Pentecostal church she’s been to once before. I’ve put off searching for a church here in Waterloo this long with a plethora of mediocre excuses such as:
- But I always go to church when I’m in Toronto!
- I’ve got a project meeting Sunday morning.
- Midterms! They’re looming up and I need some time to review.
- Zzzzz…
And this, this hesitation and apprehension, has gone on long enough! Elaine says this church seems pretty damn okay and she would like if I went with. Fine. But my Toronto church is gonna be jealous, and my group members are going to be pissed. My midterm will be wholly unsatisfied with my performance and… Zzzzz…
In all honesty, I’ve actually put this off since I always figured Jaffray would be the only church homely enough for me. Going to a new church with strangers all around and strange customs is slightly frightening even for someone who’s been to church all their life. I can only imagine… how much worse it would be for the everyday newcomer.
I am wondering whether there will be strange demonstrations of worship at this Pentecostal place. Elaine says there were tongues, but they were interpreted by their own speaker. That’s supposed to be sketchy right? Right?! Forget this! I’m not ready to go churching yet! *pulled kicking and screaming through those heavenly archways*