United Church of Christ
Michael’s Story
Mostly, church felt like make-believe. Church-goers sure weren’t perfect. My family had given up on church. I kept going, but, as a teenager “on his own” at church, I didn’t really fit in.
Still I appreciated a community that helped folks admit to needs, weakness, mistakes. Where they strived for mutual support and strength. A bit of fantasy couldn’t do too much harm!
As I grew up, church turned out to be a great help. Wishful thinking took root in me: Jesus’ story became my clue, structure for otherwise messy life, a consistent hope.
Life is still often perplexing, even confounding. I try to follow anyway: God got a hold of me.
