I’m participating in a blog series hosted by Ally Spotts called Confessions of a 20-Something Christian, where 20-Somethings get honest about their lives, loves and regrets. My confession is…I sometimes skip church.
It started eleven years ago.
“We’re pregnant.”
Those words, spoken by my nervous older brother and his girlfriend, set in motion one of the biggest lessons of grace in my family. One that we’re still trying to figure out.
It also let me find out who my friends were. In the church we were going to at the time, grace was a card that wasn’t played. Legalism was the trump card, often under the guise of “godliness.” Once my brother’s secret was out, it was like the Red Sea parting. Happy chatter died down into whispers when the Muir kids walked in the room. It’s like we all had an infectious disease. People were free to talk about my family…when we weren’t there.
So I did the unthinkable in our small community. I stayed home from church. It was better than the awkward silence from former friends who just didn’t know what to do with me now that the family secret was out in the open. I didn’t know what to say either. So I just stayed at home.
For someone who had gone to church all the time (Sunday morning, Sunday night, Tuesday night, and Wednesday night)…it felt rebellious. And wonderful. But I didn’t skip every week although it was tempting. Just when I didn’t know what to do.
Should I hold my head in shame like people wanted me to or hold my head high with flashing eyes? But sometimes, I just wanted to close my eyes and wish it all away.
In the end, my family left the church. They got married. My amazing nephew was born. And I learned that everyone has stories. Everyone has a pain point. And grace needs to be given out like Halloween candy. But regarding church attendance…a pattern of sorts has developed.
When my soul is the most clogged, my heart the most confused, and things don’t make sense…I skip church. And honestly? I have no problem with that.
My siblings never got it but thankfully, my parents did. I wasn’t running from God. Sometimes I was but mostly, I was running from people. From pain. From the things that I didn’t understand. It isn’t always the best choice but it’s one that I have no issues with reverting to every once in awhile. Sometimes you just need away. From people. From noise. To God.
So what do I do when I skip church?
Nothing too scandalous. I don’t rob banks, go on wild trips to Vegas, or sit at home and play video games. I don’t fill my soul with junk and my body with junk food. I don’t go sky diving or swim with sharks. Although that might be fun for a change. I’m really not that fascinating of a person.
I usually do one of two things:
1) Head to water – It used to be the wild and cold coastline of Oregon. Now it’s a lazy river in Texas. I’m weird in that water relaxes me. I’ll sit, read my Bible, journal, pray. Do whatever I can do to invite peace back into my soul. There’s usually coffee and smeared mascara involved. Those are the days when I just need out. In nature. With God. The world isn’t changed when I come back from those experiences but my soul is.
2) Recruit others – Church isn’t just inside four walls, or so I remind myself. It’s the people, not the place. So I get devious. I invite a few choice friends on an adventure. We skip church, pile into the convertible, and head off on an adventure. But there are rules. We have to share what God is doing in our lives. And whatever is said in confidence stays there. God can speak into your life through the people you surround yourself with. Often, being real with a trusted friend is better than going to church out of duty. If I’m world weary, I grab my friends and go. That’s what community is supposed to be about. Meeting outside the church building and letting God show up.
The Bible is clear about staying in community.
It can be tempting to try to live out your faith as an island, the independent American who doesn’t need anyone else. But that’s a lie. Our souls crave community and were created to. Bad things happen in isolation. This isn’t a post advocating skipping church all the time. Just sometimes.
When do you feel like skipping church? Do you make it a habit?
Be sure to check out the other confessions on Ally’s blog!
