For many years, I attended New Life Assembly of God. My friend, Carol, invited me to ride with her years ago. That's how I chose that church. I don't drive, and Cliff is not big on Church attendance. It's fifteen miles to New Life, and Carol's health is declining; so I made the decision to choose a church close enough to home that, if need be, Cliff could take me and then pick me up.
My choices were: The local Baptist church, which has shrunk to almost nothing in attendance; a Methodist church, about which I know nothing at all; a non-denominational Pentecostal church; and the old German Church, which left the United Church of Christ and allied itself with the Evangelical Free denomination. I have a friend who drives right past my house to attend that church, so I chose it. Diane seems glad to have me.
I am enjoying the traditions of this Church... saying the Lord's prayer each Sunday, and the Apostle's creed. I had not attended churches before that made these a part of each Sunday's agenda. Just before worship begins, someone rings the 100-year-old bell, and I get goosebumps every time it tolls.
The membership includes a lot of white-haired and balding folks, but I think that's how it is with most small-town churches... and I'm getting more gray in my hair all the time. I'm just glad I have a place to worship God.
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