Skipping II (crashing a family reunion and staying for the pie)

So our saga of Church shopping continues. after a few weeks of trying the other popular mega Churches in town, we began to tire of roast preacher for lunch. I have a good friend who i talked with about our church frustrations and he recommended his home church, he said it would be a good fit. so we finally gave it a try. This church happens to be part of the IAC, or international Anglican church family. From what i understand, the Anglican church of Rwanda saw that the American church was really suffering and needed help. so they sent missionaries to the u.s. to plant Churches. yes, African missionaries coming to the states. pretty cool in my book. Any way, we find the church, which meets in a monastery (not really the brother cadfile type of monastery, more the 1970's post office kind of monastery) and found our way to the auditorium. It was apparent right away that this was a different kind of Church. I had been to an Anglican service twice before, once in Shang Hi and once in Jerusalem, but in those settings, different was expected and not as much of a shock. The whole thing really had a familial feel about it. People wandered in during praise time, people dressed from very formal to short pants. the preacher/priest/brother had the black shirt and white collier, with levies and sandals. different. the service was divided into two equal halves, the sermon and the communion. during the sermon, kids were in the nursery, during communion, every one was involved. different. and even we got amber back and she started making her little baby noises, not a head turned, it was normal. different. the service had a lot of readings, and symbolic stuff, but it seamed like people understands that ceremonies stood for something, and were not the point in them selves. different. so all this different kind of took me back, but as i thought more about it, that was just the kind of thing that i was looking for. we both really liked it, there were a good number of people from our tribe there (thirty somethings with chacos and Subaru's) and a good number of the Christan mental health community from the springs. so we will see. it seams that there are still some people doing Church for some of the right reasons in this town. we will not be attending this Sunday, as we have to drive up to Denver, in the middle of the Democratic convention, to attend a birthday party for two children who will never know we were there.