How I Found Myself Finally Craving the Unity of Liturgy

I never thought I’d find myself in liturgy. I was raised in the Church of Christ in Texas in the 1990s. My father was raised Episcopalian in Texas in the 1960s, only because there happened to be an Episcopal church across the street from his house. My father’s father was raised Swiss Mennonite in Kansas in the 1920s. My mother’s mother was raised United Methodist in Texas in the 1930s. And my mother’s father was raised Disciples of Christ in Kentucky in the 1890s.

How I Found Myself Finally Craving the Unity of Liturgy

In high school, I attended both a Southern Baptist church and a Bible church near Austin. While attending college at Texas A&M University, I fluctuated between a Bible church and the Church of Christ where my father was baptized and which both of my parents attended while they were dating.

I further complicated things by marrying a Catholic whose mother was raised Catholic in New Jersey and whose father was raised Southern Baptist in Texas. You could say that our combined faith heritage is a bit of a Western European-American hodgepodge.

Reconciling my Protestant fundamentalism with my husband’s Catholic catechism was not an easy task during our engagement. We had many heated arguments, and I shed more than a few tears during those months.

We eventually tied the knot in a historic chapel outside of Austin. My family’s Church of Christ preacher officiated the ceremony. As newlyweds, we attended a large Bible church. Later, we joined a small Bible church close to our house. As young parents, I attended a MOPS group at a nearby Lutheran church, and we enrolled our young daughters in preschool at a Southern Baptist church down the road.

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