Yesterday, Brad and I visited one of the community groups (otherwise known as Sunday school) at church. This is the third one we visited. We didn’t feel that all-so-important click, with the first two. Knowing absolutely no one here in town, having moved here recently, we want two things out of a community group–bible study, and friends.

So the first two classes, neither of us were feelin’ it. We went to one of them several times, trying to make it work, then called it. We did a walk-by for a couple others, and just kept on walking.

And we looked at each other speculatively, and asked the question. Are these people really our age? Because… you do NOT look that old. I told him that, he told me that. (Thank you, dear, you’d be in pain right now if you said otherwise. You don’t have the quick reflexes of Miles, as you well know, and Charlotte got her pinching abilities from her creator.)

We don’t act and think that old either, or maybe it’s more of a maturity issue. Probably the latter. I told him he’d fit in well with a junior high class. He looked pleased. That’s tough enough, but it’s the sense of humor thing that is insurmountable. People either get my sense of humor, or they don’t. Maybe I should have a t-shirt printed “Literally, do not take everything I say literally. And yes, I’m joking. About everything but that. And yes, I’m serious about that, but probably nothing else.”

I’ve been praying a lot about finding the right group, one where the people are friendly, have senses of humor, and actually do study the bible.

And so yesterday, in this insanely huge church building, after dropping off our kid at youth group, we followed one hall, then another, trying to find one of the few remaining classes that fit our age range, and the age range of our kid.

This building is crazy. It is like the House of Bannerman, in church form. We get lost every time we try and visit a new class. And we have a map! Anyway, feeling slightly harried, and declaring that there IS no room with that letter and number combination, Brad said, “this is it.” And I said, “well, do you want to go in, or not?” He had to think about that, so I pushed him, and we went in.

And I thought, yeah, these people look a lot more like us. And they are FRIENDLY. We enjoyed talking to the people in there. There’s a ladies bible class on Tuesdays, which I like the idea of, since I’m going to really miss the Armor of God bible study when it’s over in a couple of weeks. And the class itself was good. The teacher had an excellent point to make about remembering who we are in Christ, not who we used to be.

But I did wonder something. How come so many people are talking about baby showers, babies, there was a pregnancy announcement… Hm. And why did one of the wives reassure us that there are a few other people in class with kids our kid’s age?

Brad loved the class though, and the people. So do I. But still, I felt like we were seriously missing something.

So later that afternoon, I looked over the map we followed and discovered… we did not go to the class we intended to. We went to the young families, 20-30 year old’s class.

We’ve been married almost 24.

So… yeah.

That didn’t faze Brad any, and I’m not going to argue over it. I do intend to elaborate on why we ended up there, to anyone who’s listening, though!