So You Want To Be A Baptist in Meeting Mr. Jesus Christ

Perhaps by the end of our discussion I wasn't so sure I wanted to be a baptist in that church, but the whole reason for the discussion was to ferret out more about what this crowd thinks and believes. All in all I figure them for your basic, food centered, Jesus-loving, sugar addicted, church-going-every-time-you-turn-around Baptists. Fifteen minutes into the conversation and I knew I had ruffled some feathers, but also ascertained that this hen wasn't going to be plucked bald for my beliefs. I do think though, I was indirectly and politely told to keep my stronger thoughts hushed, not that there is anything wrong with them, but strong minded women need tempering, just as it seems looking pretty on the surface matters, and if that ain't a hallmark of a baptist church I don't know what is.

In the end the clear focus was to get me added to the roster as a certified, fully immersed, Christ loving woman. I made it clear I went for my swim some time ago and that if anything brings me to this church it is in fact my desire to more fully know Jesus, and thus myself. Obviously discussions of any depth are left for another time as I wasn't asked anything so personal that I felt the need to say, "well, that's an area I'm working on". No questions about how long I've been a believer, or if I have a family, spouse, children. A cursory review of what church in town I had attended and yes, there was some comments heard they were having a time of difficulty. I was welcomed to continue attending and asked to come forward for my membership request as soon as possible. I was even given a book/study to take home and read. "Survival Kit". At the time I thought the title was familiar and upon just looking at the cover I recall at Easter I used the box from a shipment of these books to mail some reading material to a friend. That's good for a wink and a giggle. I'm so easily entertained. insert eye roll