Yesterday, a friend invited me to his family’s Passover dinner tonight. I told him I first participated in a Passover Seder at church as a kid. He was surprised; it didn’t fit with his image of church.
Yet the church I grew up in facilitated a lot of firsts. First attempts at meditation. First real exposure to Native American cultures and reservation life. First time trying Ethiopian food (which I reunited with in Uganda 15 years later). First time traveling to Europe (and no, not to do mission work).
It’s easy to classify churches as unchanging and insular, but they can just as easily be broad-minded and embrace exploration.