Carol Fruge's blog

Finding a church in a new town—ugh. In a city with 200,000+ population, my husband and I have more than 300 churches to consider. Harder than shopping for shoes when your feet hurt.

Why? In church, a visitor enters as a spectator rather than a participant.

Behind the warm welcome to newcomers beats the hearts of a roomful of sinners, of whom I am chief. Why should I expect more of a church than my own life attests? 

Nobody does it better than Christians: taking the LORD’s name in vain. Not the corrosive cursing, imprecatory use of God or Jesus Christ as expletives, nothing so obvious and odious to the ear, but rather ascribing to God things he may or may not have done. 

Conversation with a friend who continued to insist that her search for a house ended when she made a list of everything she wanted, prayed about it and then the very next day walked into a house that she and her husband subsequently bought.

Three sterling silver necklaces of graduated lengths with different chains and distinctive drops hang around my neck. I wear these even when I shower and sleep.

The first, a gift from my husband,emblem of the famous Atlas Clock outside Tiffany’s in New York City has Roman numerals III, VI, IX, XII on a delicate chain. When I first received the necklace, I worried, is it too tight? Or I guess my neck is too big. But now I see where it hangs sets the drop in relief.