Withering on the Vine
As of late, I find myself withering on the vine.
I’m not quite sure when it happened, but sometime over the last few months I have all but given up on the church.
By all appearances, the church I attend is thriving and serving the needy. New faces are appearing, and membership grows. Apparently some of the growth via welcoming face strategies handed down from the denomination is working. And people are giving time and money to help the needy both near and far.
And yet, in the midst of all this thriving and serving little sea of smiling faces, I am not thriving, and my serving is duty rather than thanks. I’d like a good, solid Bible class, but I have to look elsewhere for that. Likewise for a good, solid men’s fellowship group. Co-ed groups have their place, but frankly, us few men brave enough to join quickly figure out it’s often best to keep our mouths shut.
Maybe this is God’s way of telling me to cut the cord already and find a new church. I’ve tried, but I can’t seem to find one that isn’t more of the same.
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