I just returned to the United Methodist Church. [View all]

To make a long story short, I had been going to either Methodist or Presbyterian (mostly Methodist) churches all my life. But when I moved from Indy back to Terre Haute back in 2006, I started going to a Catholic church there and converted in 2008, which I had been considering doing on and off for years. But I never felt quite at home there. When I moved back to Indy about a year and a half ago, I started attending a parish here, but felt that something was missing. I no longer enjoyed Mass and just felt frustrated. This morning I went to the Methodist church I used to attend when I lived here before (I even sang in the choir back then). I hadn't attended Mass in weeks, so I had lost track and didn't realize that it was Pentecost. The sanctuary was decorated with red banners and a red drape over the cross in the chancel. Because it had been more than ten years since I had last been in there, I did not recognize anyone. Still, the service was moving, and I know what John Wesley meant when he wrote of his heart being "strangely warmed." I'm so happy!