The single challenge given by my friend Aidan was a gooder. The man knows me, and the man knows what's good for me. Go to church for a month straight.
This was hard. It still is sometimes. But good things (really really good things) have come of it:
- I am not as scared of going to my church. It's not that I ever really thought that everyone was going to point and laugh at me, but I have been having that feeling lately when faced with groups of people that I don't know. Especially when I want to be a part of the community in question. Especially when the community in question seems so wonderful, and like such a good fit for me. If this church didn't work out, where else could I go?
- I've been learning things. About God, about me.
- I've been getting closer to God again; that sort of close that you can't always get to on your own. Or at least I've never been able to. And I'm legitimately wanting more.
- I'm making friends. They have fun names, like Pascal! and Eden! Those are great names, aren't they? I really think that "Make a new friend" should have been a challenge in the bank. Or "Make a new friend who has a great name." (Actually, for all I remember, it might be in there). Anyhow, if it had been a challenge, I would have written a separate blog about these fun-named people. Perhaps they will star in future posts. I'm sure they'd be thrilled at the prospect.