Since this past April, I have been going to a Unitarian Universalist church with my daughters. Thus far I only have one regret with it.
That I didn’t start going to it sooner.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I was starting my experience there during the calm before the storm I am currently enduring in my life. The first week after losing my job, I called the church office, looking for someone to talk to when I was feeling distraught. Despite only being a member for a couple of weeks, one of the ministers, a wonderful wiccan woman, offered me her time and her ear. Since then, I have felt supported emotionally in a way I haven’t in a long while.
I think this coming year will be a turbulent one spiritually for me. Being in a liberal progressive church that is open to all faiths (even aethiests) and doesn’t force any specific dogma onto its parishioners, allowing each individual to make their own conclusions about their faith is definitely different.
But different in an incredibly good way.