You’re an introvert. You love Jesus. You love His people. But you have a problem. You have trouble forging bonds with Jesus’s people.
You’re an introvert in a strange land:
A new church.
You’ve tried so many times. Big churches, and small. Baptist, and Pentecostal. You’ve tried the:
Megachurch (bonus points for allowing anonymity, but major demerits for the crushing crowds)
Independent, non-denominational Charismatic church down the street (where the elders in their sweat-stained shirts hunched over you in prayer, imploring God for the sign of the initial indwelling)
Finally, you settle on a community church. The people seem friendly, warm, welcoming. They invite you in. You join the small group. For the first time in a long time, you let your guard down. You get real, tell folks what’s really going on inside. Peel back the hood of your sweater to let them see you. The real you.
And it happens. Again.
Just when you were feeling comfortable, when you felt like you’d found a church family, the small group falls apart. “It’s not you,” they say. It’s not you… But this isn’t your first rodeo. You’ve been down this road.
You feel suckered. You feel gut-punched, the wind knocked out of your spiritual sales. “How could this happen again,” you ask yourself? How could I be so stupid as to think this would be any different?
You want that connection, you long for a spiritual intimacy with like-minded people, but it keeps getting denied you.
Where are the real people who’ll be there for you–the ones for whom you’ll be there for, too? Will the real, true Christians please stand up (please stand up)?
So it starts again. You’re again searching for the place to call home, for the people with whom you can do life. Will you find what you’re looking for? Your heart hurts. You want to lay down, to not try. But that still, small voice keeps whispering, “There’s something more.” But you’ve heard it a thousand times before…
“What’s different this time, God?” you scream at the sky. “What’s different? Where were you last one hundred times?” you wonder.
Why is this so hard?
Why does your heart hurt so much?
Where are you, God, and where are Your people in this?
If this is your best life now, you’re saying “Check, please.” Because, stick a fork in it, you’re done.
But you don’t want to be. It doesn’t have to be this way. But you don’t know how to make it better.
There’s got to be a better way…