Our Naïveté is Revealed
Another new experience last night was our first visit to an Episcopalian church. The church right across the street from us is St. Stephens Episcopal, and we've been thinking about visiting. Then our neighbors invited us for a BBQ there, so it was the perfect opportunity.
Everyone was super nice, and the BBQ sauce was amazing. But one thing was very, very different from the church gatherings we are accustomed to ... alcohol.
Darwin and I were both raised Baptist (Free Will Baptist for him, Southern Baptist for me), and at a Baptist church you do NOT drink. Or at least you pretend like you don't drink and make scandalized faces when everybody gossips about a church member who was witnessed out boozing.
My favorite joke:
Why must you always invite at least two Baptists to a party?
Because if you only invite one, he'll drink all your beer.
The church we attended for the first year of our marriage - the church Darwin was raised in - is as old-fashioned and conservative as they come. I don't know how we made it out of there with our sanity intact, but somehow we did.
Now that we're in Eutaw, that church is a good hour away, so at least the pleas to return have trickled to a stop. Darwin still sings in a gospel group with his dad and some other folks, mostly on Sundays, and that has somewhat disrupted our plans to begin going regularly to a new church.
Plus, we're lazy.
And I'm none too eager to get back in the routine of sitting through sermons that make me clench Darwin's pants leg to keep from yelling at the preacher and storming out of there.
But maybe the Episcopal church would be different. What's not to love about a place that serves Corona and BBQ on Wednesday night?