Goodbye Glenwood

When I first moved to Vancouver, one of the first things I did was to find a church that I could attend. I tried several different ones but to no avail. Then I found Glenwood Community Church in Battle Ground. When I walked in, there was canned music playing. The song was one of my favorite hymns: Bones of Elijah. They use to play it all the time in Virginia and it always made me feel good. I thought it was a sign.

The Church asked new people to fill out communication cards so I did. They contacted me and I went in to talk to the assistant minister. He was very nice and I thought I had found a home.

Now almost four years later, I don't feel that way. At Glenwood, I am invisible: not to the congregation but to the ministers.

I don't expect them to speak to me all the time but when someone sits in the same place and is always early and they come in for a mic check, you can at least say" Good Morning" or "Hi". I realize they are busy but doesn't take that long especially when you say hello to everyone else. It's not like I'm hiding or like you can't see me. I am not exactly small shall we say.

I have tried to fit in. I have tried the Bible study classes but I didn't enjoy them as much as I use to in Virginia. They kind of remind me of a short story class I took in college. We dissected the story so much that I lost interest in the whole thing. I've tried to be involved by working at the Vacation Bible Camp but I guess it is not enough.

I may try another church or I may just go with Elinor. The Mormons don't ignore me. I am always welcomed from the Bishop to the Missionaries to the women in the Relief Society.

Lynn, if you are reading this, don't panic. I don't believe I will join the Mormons but it is nice to worship where you are wanted.