>> Thursday, February 3, 2011 – community
About a year after we moved to Lincoln, my husband and I went "church shopping." Although I wasn't a believer at the time, I wanted to offer my kids a chance at faith, a foundation on which to build belief. So Brad and I launched our search.
The first church we visited was a tiny white structure on the east side of town. I knew immediately it wasn't the place for me. While the members couldn't have been more welcoming, I could see it reflected in their eager eyes: They wanted to recruit us for "activities" and "volunteering" and "service." I knew I wouldn't be able to slip in and out unnoticed.
...Find out how the rest of our church search went: my story continues at the Lincoln Journal Star...