One of the inevitable and oftentimes excruciating ordeals one may face after a move is the dreaded "where to go to church" situation. Shopping for a church is not that at all--oh no, shopping would be bliss--it sounds too nice and does not begin to address the countless nametags, bad coffee, handshakes, and bulletins that come with touring churches. And how the heck are you to know what its going to be like? You don't know, it's a big ol' mystery til you're in there. It could be compared to trying to find a new doctor but not being allowed to know what sort of medicine he/she specializes in, or what kind of insurance they accept or how good they are at what they do--you just have to make the appointment and show up. uuuuugh. And of course if you are by yourself so you are just a blaring target for those overly-cheery greeters to attempt the same small talk OVER AND OVER again. It's just all around awkward. I need to do it but I'm dreading it (if this hasn't been evident yet, you are blind). I'm trying to find a way to enjoy it.
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