I should clarify that I actually do attend church on a regular basis… at least, I did. I’m almost twenty-nine, still single, and I’ve lived in several places. I did eventually land back in my hometown at my home church. Several years ago I was an active member of it, even in leadership. I ran a children’s ministry (that was the year I decided I was not going to be an elementary school teacher), I was on the youth leadership team, and I was a regular pianist. It was actually a really great year, despite the fact I didn’t love the young children in my ministry. The rest of the youth leadership were my age, though almost all were married, and at the time they didn’t have kids yet. I actually had a pretty good-sized friend group, and I felt like I was contributing and making a difference in my church.
When I returned a few years after that (now two years ago) I walked into an entirely new situation. Most of my friends had kids by then, and several had moved away. Those that were left were in the middle of some sort of “situation”, where the new pastor at the church had basically allowed the ultra-conservatives (very aggressive ones) to take over the board and push anyone they disagreed with out of leadership. After six months of trying to work with them with the aid of the youth director (who was 21 and one of the youths I had once mentored as a youth leader) it was clear that the congregation saw no reason for our ministry to continue. I started looking for a new church soon after.
I had a friend that had left my home church years before, so I started going to her church. This congregation is considerably smaller than Homechurch. The first day I went, my friend and I took our time arriving and accidentally arrived only ten minutes before the sermon ended (because, apparently, this church didn’t run until 1!). There were around twenty people present, while Homechurch usually had between 200 and 250. This was also the height of the pandemic, and this church had a full chair or two of space between each party, and everyone was kindly asked to wear a mask at the door. They rent a smaller building from a larger church (since we’re Sabbath observers, the services don’t overlap) so everything they had had to be compact and portable. After the sermon ended, a man got up to lead the closing song. The song played on the portable projector screen karaoke-style, with the words shading in where the voice was meant to sing them. The singer often lagged behind the music, but the congregation seemed fine to sing on without him.
This was such a change from Homechurch. Since I’d returned (again, at the height of the pandemic) the place not only refused to distance chairs and parties during services, but anyone that did wear a mask was chastized or, at the very least, mean mugged. Homechurch had been so particular about their music that every good pianist and most of their praise teams had bailed or been asked to step down, and by the time I quit my own pianist rotation, there was only one pianist left. (She soon after went to Korea to teach English. I hear they often sing with tracks now.) Seeing the congregation not only content, but appreciative of anyone willing to help out was such a breath of fresh air!
The fact that I prefer “imperfect” music may shock some people, and it does when I tell them in person. People that know me (including you, if you’ve read my blog before) know that I am a professionally trained musician. I have a music performance degree and play several instruments, I’ve been in ensembles and taught them at high school level (and college level, if you’re counting my senior recital project), so it’s not like I don’t know how to make music presentable. However, I firmly believe that the second you turn away someone that’s willing to participate is the second that you chose pride over worship. This had been going on at Homechurch for years (and was one of the reasons my friend and her husband initially left), and I was so happy to be in a church that didn’t need things to be perfect.
That being said, it was clear they did need help–more in quantity than quality. They had two rotating praise leaders, but honestly four is a more ideal number so that you have a once-a-month rotation going on. The man that led out that first day I visited was also very crowd-shy, and confessed to us later that he would rather never be on stage again, though felt if he didn’t do it, no one would. The music coordinator, a woman that played guitar, moved with her family out of state a few months after I began regularly attending. My friend’s husband stepped up, and one of my friends who had hopped out of Homechurch with me began her own praise team that I joined. After a few months, however, she and her family also moved away.
That’s when I started to take up a more musically-related leadership role and really became involved. Newchurch, as I’ll call it, was one of my favorite places to be. I loved their pastor and the elders that spoke on the weeks he was absent, I felt I made a couple of new friends, and all of the politics that I always heard about at Homechurch were left behind. For the first time in years, I really felt like church was for fellowship and spiritual growth. Homechurch had talked about building a new sanctuary from the time my family moved when I was seven, and they never did build one. They also were contingent with the Christian school that I worked at, and there was always debate about the financial burden the school was on the congregation. At Newchurch, there was none of that. They had minimal ministries, hardly any prep, and there was no talk of politics or the pandemic, just a respectful understanding.
For about a year, I loved Newchurch and stayed heavily involved. There were some changes I didn’t love, of course. We got a new pastor, who’s preaching style is not my favorite and is clearly a little more conservative than the dynamic of the church. However, he’s more respectful and reasonable than the team at Homechurch. Around the time he arrived, some long-standing members at Homechurch decided they were done with the shenanigans over there and also started attending Newchurch.
It’s notable to say that these weren’t just casual members of Homechurch. Before the crazies took over, they had been in leadership for literally decades. They started looking for a new place to worship after Homechurch basically ignored some policies and kicked their remaining opposers out of their positions. I think their original plan had been to do some church-hopping, but, like me, stayed after one week.
After a month, I began to notice the changes.
Homechurch had a lengthy service–about two hours long, featuring several segments that the smaller church just can’t sustain– specifically, scripture reading, children’s story, and special musics every single week. The small church didn’t even do the lengthy offering explination, only had a general invite for offering at the end of service. But within a month of this couple coming to Newchurch, they were participating on the platform. Children’s story was added spontaneously one week–and some weeks we don’t have a single child in the congregation. Most weeks we have four to six kids, and we’ll randomly have ten or twelve, but it’s likely we won’t have enough for someone’s story prep to be worth it.
And suddenly, there was talk of a new sanctuary.
Sure, Newchurch was growing, but we definitely hadn’t (and still haven’t, in my opinion) outgrown our rental space. But within a couple of months, there was serious talk from the pastor and the “leadership” (but I knew it was coming from this couple) that we needed a new building ASAP, and the search was on.
This might have been an unnecessary trigger for me, but I was immediately put off. For twenty years all I’ve heard is how we have to build a church, build a church, build a church. That church was obsessed with building, and I often felt the leadership didn’t even know what the needs of the church even were. Not hearing about a “building project” was one of my favorite parts of Newchurch!
Somewhere in there, Homechurch decided they were no longer going to build this building. That’s when two more key couples showed up at Newchurch, and the building fund and search committe became more important– I guess because the people with the money were driving the project. I decided just to get over it. These people had won over the pastor, so the building stuff ended up in announcements and agendas, but I knew none of them were offical church leadership. It would just remain the remnants of Homechurch’s pet project until the rest of the congregation really grew and decided to invest in a new place.
It all really went south during church office elections this past spring.
My friend was serving as music coordinator and had been since the guitar lady left. He’s not perfect, but I thought he did a great job for what he had to work with. He and I both tried to start more consistant teams than just the two of us, but we weren’t successful more than a handful of times (I did have a praise team of teenage girls I was working with regularly). We fully expected them to reelect him, and he and I were already working on a plan to make things smoother this coming term.
Yet, I was the one that got the phone call, and I knew they didn’t call him first. It was the pastor that reached out on behalf of the committe, and I asked him if they’d spoken to my friend, and to please ask him first. Now, this whole “let’s ask someone else so we don’t have to ask the person in the position already” thing is a classic move of these people that had been in leadership at Homechurch, and one of those key members was on the nominating committee. Just to be clear, the actual right thing to do would’ve been to at least notify the incumbant that they were being asked to do something else. But the pastor told them, instead of what I’d actually said of “ask the other guy first” was that I had flat denied the position.
I was very upset about this–far more upset than my friend was about not being asked, I think. The Homechurch antics, though not the reason that I initially left, were now seeping their way into Newchurch–somewhere I had truly come to believe was my personal sanctuary. They ended up nominating another Homechurch newcomer–one that had passed on helping us with music in the past and had proven at Homechurch to be semi-reliable, at best. I figured he had only agreed because they’d told him that no one else would do it, and I went to speak with one of the elders that had been on the committee–someone who hadn’t once been at Homechurch.
I explained that actual conversation and how I felt I’d been put in a bad place, which was my initial reason for “denying” the position. I even showed her the text chain I had with the pastor, and she agreed to return to the committee. What happened after that isn’t completely known to me, but weeks later she told me the pastor was supposed to speak with me once again before the final vote, and he did not. So the new music coordintor (hereby referred to as NMC) was officially voted in. I was given some sort of undefined title to help him, but as it remained undefined and I am 100% sure the pastor never spoke to NMC about it, I consider it non-existant.
I decided to give the NMC the benefit of the doubt. I recieved several (somewhat cryptic) texts from him about joining a reguar team and practicing on Friday nights. However, two weeks in a row they had to cancel because Mrs. NMC caught COVID. The first week was my friend’s last week as music coordinator, and the second week some of my friends agreed to sing as long as I’d play piano for them.
And that week was the weekend following Roe V. Wade, so you know the sermon was on politics that I’m not willing to discuss (see my previous post for more on that). I would’ve been up in arms about the sermon, which later turned into three loosely-organized sermons on politics, but something new happened that added a layer to my disdain.
When I was taking down the keyboard, I noticed a man staring at me. I tried to brush it off as nothing weird at the time. Perhaps he was just distracted because I was the only person left on the stage. But a few minutes later I was chatting with a friend that happened to be visiting the church that day, and the man approached me. He introduced himself as a musician, and I thought he wanted to talk about joining a praise team, so I started a friendly conversation with him about it. We even exchanged numbers (again, under this pretense that I assumed he wanted to be on a praise team) but then it got weird when he asked if I had a husband, and then several more times if I was single. This man, by the way, is at least twenty years older than me, if not twice my age. I was very disturbed when, by the end of the conversation, he was asking me to dinner or a hang-out. I was too flustered to answer with anything reasonable, like “I’m really not interested in that”, so I parted with “we’ll see!”
Hopefully he got the hint, but I couldn’t be sure.
Back to music. Here’s the thing: I don’t love playing the piano for Newchurch. It’s a keyboard and the sustainudo pedal may or may not work. Piano also means twice the practice time for me. It’s what I’m least comfortable with. In the year and a half I was regularly participating, I played maybe three times. The rest of the time I played ukulele either by myself or with the girls, or I had background tracks from youtube while I sang. That being said, I’m not the only pianist in the church, but I’m the only one that can commit consistantly. I explain this to most people I play for, and everyone that compliments after, because the congregation does love it. But I don’t.
Well, when we finally got around to practicing. NMC had invited anyone and everyone he knew to be on this praise team, and declared that we were going to do music every week. Every. Single. Week. Now, Newchurch is almost half an hour drive for me, and these people don’t live any closer. I told him I couldn’t be driving that far twice a weekend every week. Everyone else also voiced their doubts that this was a sustainable plan. NMC brushed it off, though he did eventually say once “everyone” came back from vacation that we could have two solid groups going. But “everyone” they know are singers, not pianists or guitarists. NMC is a guitarist, but he doesn’t feel confident playing without some backup (and practicing with me was not great, so he decided not to play along with the piano).
The first week I played with them wasn’t awful. It sounded alright, though we had some technical difficulties. NMC seemed put-off with our humble set-up, and ranted about how we needed more equipment and space to store it, even though the church we rent from is very generous with our allowances, in my opinion. He did declare to donate everything we needed (NMC is a doctor, by the way). And then insisted that we would have everything we needed by the next week.
And after church I spent most of my energy watching for the creepy guy that had asked me out to make sure we didn’t cross paths. I even had a whole conversation with the pastor to avoid running into him in the parking lot.
The next week they scheduled a 9am practice in addition to our 6:30pm eve-before practice, but I didn’t find out until I was already at the first practice. They also asked the sound set-up to start at 8am so that we could have the full 45 minutes before lesson study to practice. (Remember, I live half an hour away). NMC and his family were on time, but all the equipment he was going to donate also showed up with them at 9 instead of at 8, so the sound people have to scramble to set it up while we were practicing. They also were very transparent about the fact that they weren’t miracle workers, and there was only so much they could do on the spot. However, NMC seemed to brush this off, as if saying “I believe in you!” is all it takes to make technology work. (Similarly, when I told them that I didn’t love playing keyboard, it was like they thought complimenting me on playing it would magically make me enjoy it more.) Both he and Mrs. NMC also stopped practice or interrupted it several times to micromanace the sound setup.
Now, remember, I have a professionally trained musician with extensive experience, and the sound people are definitely good at what they do. But I felt that any limitation we brought up was brushed aside and almost patronized by NMC. (At one point he asked the head sound guy if he knew what an HDMI cable was because he would bring more next week, and he was not amused.) At the end of the service, the NMC told me again that he really thinks we can kick off another rotation after “everyone” gets back from vacation, but keep in mind, I’m the only pianist.
This week was a little more difficult to dodge the creepy guy (what can I do, report him? It’s not a crime to ask out a grown woman) and though I was ultimately successful, I found that when I got to my car I had not a single ounce of joy since arriving that morning. My sanctuary had become the most dreaded part of my week– playing piano for people that thought my dislike of playing was due to lack of compliments, sermons I try not to cringe through, and dodging creepy older men that thought any young thing at church is destined to be his Godly wife.
I realized, shockingly and saddeningly, that I had no reason to be there.
Church people are always asking, “Why are the youth leaving the church?” I can’t speak for the youths, really, though I could write a whole other post on my theories for them– also how you shouldn’t be treating people past twenty-one as “youths” anyway. But for me, this is why. I felt Homechurch members came to Newchurch and immediately began to terriform it. Everyone on the platform that week had been at Homechurch a year before, and I realized that I was the only one not in Newchurch leadership. The woman that had prayer that morning also inserted scripture reading, NMC has since announced we are adding special music, both features of Homechurch that were added without discussion. Any faith I had in the leadership was pushed aside when I got that call that went behind the former music director’s back.
When I thought I was doing the right thing by “dying” the music coordinator position, I think I gave up any voice I had in the church. I thought I could still influence the music planning, but I think most of what I said was brushed aside, and I’m too discouraged to push it further. I know there are others that concerned with all the sudden changes, but I don’t know that we’ll be heard with all these people in leadership. I also don’t want to continue attending church to cringe at sermons and avoid creeps. It’s not a sanctuary for me. My spiritual life has little to do with attending church anymore. In fact, church makes me question it more than anything.
I notified the NMC that I won’t be at church this weekend. Right now I plan on just taking a week off to do some thinking. Maybe I’ll call someone in leadership and talk to them about it; but as it is, I don’t see a future for myself in church. If that doesn’t change, it will be my reason to leave.