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Denominational Hopscotch (Part One): Back with the Baptists
This was unexpected in several ways
In the intro to this series last week, I said that the first church I would visit would be a Presbyterian one (since I’d never attended a Presbyterian Sunday service before). Unfortunately, that will have to wait; I stayed up too late Saturday night watching baseball and overslept Sunday morning. A good Presbyterian might consider this failure to have been predestined, but I’m not getting into the theology of Calvin and Knox today.
By the time I had taken a shower, downed three cups of coffee, and made sure my stepdad had taken his meds and eaten breakfast I had only two options: a Methodist church in a town about ten minutes away and the Baptist congregation here in my new town. I ultimately settled on First Baptist Church — Just South of Nowhere (sadly, my attempts to get dad to go with me proved futile; maybe next week).
I said in the piece last week that since I am in a new town/region, I am embarking on a search for a church where I can worship, fellowship, and serve, and that I would write about my experience each Monday. As I drove to FBC — JSoN, I was a tad conflicted. On the one hand, I was glad that I was making it to church (any church) at all after getting no sleep. On the other hand, it was the Baptists, a denomination…
