The Inner Evangelical

What do you get when you combine being slightly charismatic, pro-intellectual, having an evangelical background, and being a democrat? I'm convinced it's a frustrated Anglican or a secretive evangelical. My heart has been shrinking and burdened at the Anglican church trying to listen to sermons that discourage and have no linear progression. Revolting a little at the common saying that worship has nothing to do emotions. Sinking at the constant reminders that I'm a sinner and an American over-consumer. Frankly, usually a little bored.

So I strolled on over to a church in my neighborhood this morning. Among the hipsters with guitars and hair gel on stage old ladies danced in the front. The hour and a half passed quickly. I swayed and felt emotions. I didn't have to force the mumbling of another liturgical line. I didn't leave sad because I knew in advance I would be heading home to solitary lunch time. There also seem to be straight men in attendance who actually are involved in the church and in heavy lifting on behalf of others. I'm a sucker for that. Even if I can't share that I'm a big advocate of a national health plan. Shhhh....