This morning's sermon wasn't as bad as last week's, but it still frustrated me -- in part because it was making challenging statements but sort of obliquely, like it was shying away from really asserting them.
I was also frustrated with the discussion in the first book study session on Spong's Sins of Scripture.
What was worst was that I was pushing back some and I felt like Karl wasn't really hearing me and also like he didn't really wanna listen to me. Yes, I'm a bratty bitchy whiny little kid who may be be excessively sure of herself and her positions, but my other pastors can listen to me with grace.
I'm not loving CWM these days, but it's still the place where I learned so much of how I want church to be church.
Also, during CHPC book study, I went to reference Scripture/Tradition/Reason/Experience and almost said, "Because I'm a Methodist..."
Tonight's re/New service was really soothing and good. Admittedly, there is less to frustrate me when it is primarily a meditative service. And Laura Ruth served me Communion and used my preferred language ("the Bread of Life ... that you might have life abundant") and then put her hand on my head and gave me a blessing.