I'm a Mutt

Speaking of history, I'm a denominational mutt.

Let's see:
I was raised Catholic until I was 11.
Become a Christian when I was 13 at a youth camp run by the Presbyterian Church.
Went to a large, non-denominational contemporary Protestant church in high school that was said to be most closely aligned with the Church of Christ.
Went to a Reformed college (RCA) where I
-participated in the weekly chapel services
-took a class for my Religion 100 requirement called Many Faces of Christianity where we had to attend 4-5 different churches and write a report about them.  I think the professor was Pentecostal.
-took a class for my Religion 200 requirement from a feminist Reformed professor from Canada? Britain? who wore a bow tire and said "she'dule".  (both courses were great, btw)
-attended a contemporary non-denominational church that met in the lunchroom of the middle school because it was an early church plant from a Weslyan church
-participated in a broadly non-denominational evangelical student ministry
Spent a summer at an Assemblies of God church
Spent a year at a contemporary Protestant church that met in a downtown city storefront
Spent three years at a Lutheran Church--Missouri Synod that does contemporary liturgy like I've never seen before (David Crowder next to/ within a self-written liturgy based on Bonhoeffer.  Like a boss.)
Spent a few months at different Luthern Church--ELCA
Spent maybe 10 months at a contemporary Protestant non-denominational church.  Maybe Weslyan with a bit of Vineyard-y flair?

Good gravy.

So I'm looking for a church here.  Next on my list is a Presbyterian church.  Perhaps I'll try searching for a Weslyan or an Episcopalian church. *shrug*

New Old Things

I had a lovely chat with a ministry partner and friend this morning.  He reminded me of helpful things that I had once known and have forgotten.  Little things, like setting a timer for daily prayer times, and having A Spot for them.

And it occured to me that I have a wealth of knowledge from my history with the Lord.

I have been seeking and following Jesus for nearly 15 years.  Fifteen years.  In human terms, that means that I'd be getting my learner's permit to drive.  That I'd be begining to come into my own.

I pondered and prayed about other things, but somehow, I wanted to blog about the simple fact that it has been 15 years.  My, how much that encompasses.  And it's an interesting thing to consider this spiritual age, if you will, in the light of the place I was at when I actually was 15.  When I was actually 15, I was in quite a place as a young high school sophomore, and only two years since God grabbed hold of my heart and life.  How much did God see me through then, and how much he has seen me through since then, no matter the rough patch we're in now.

I belong.

/vague blog update