What's so amazing about Superman logos?!?

Today, Tim and I had a fun but bizarre church experience. We have perpetually been on the hunt for a fellowship of like-minded believers and it has been really kind of hard to find that happy medium of churches that are slightly contemporary but still based in liturgy. (And it is kind of sad that we had to drive to CT to church today!) Anyway, we visited Trinity Church in Greenwich this morning and it was kind of... uhh... surreal (for lack of better words, here).

It is about a four-year old church, but it still meets in a middle school (which is weird, right?). So we go in and put on these nametags. I hate nametags. (I think I hate them so much because I forget I have them on and I end up walking around with one, looking like a dork or a bus tourist. And then people call me by my name and I get all freaked out. More on that later.) We walk into this auditorium (that kind of smells like stinky jr. highers that don't understand the concept of deodorant yet) and the place is covered in Marvel comics. Now I am thinking - this is REAL weird. What has Tim gotten me in to?!? And what kind of religion is this, anyway?!? The stage is set with these 3 huge screens, the band is playing some Gen-X Christian rock music (there was a saxophone player and he was totally rocking himself out), there are a TON of people, and some crazy sparkly curtains. What is a girl to do?

But, you know, it wasn't half bad! Sure, it was kind of silly when the band broke into their number "He took my Sunday mornings and He made them feel like Saturday Night" (which was a very accurate description of MY morning, in fact) with a saxophone solo, a keyboard solo, AND a drum solo, but the whole thing was so bizarre that it was entertaining! And then, who else would be there, but Phillip Yancey himself. And that was a surprise, because I've read this guy, even. Talk about Twilight Zone experiences!

At that point, I was ready for just about anything. I wouldn't have been any more surprised if Elvis was sitting behind me and Tim was sporting a pink mohawk. It was already enough like a freaky dream sequence, anyway. And then Yancey gave an odd but great sermon about the similarities between King David and the woman who washed Jesus' feet with her hair. He focused on the importance of pouring all of yourself out on the floor for God and not holding back (David dancing naked and whatnot). A really crazy and inspiring sermon.

Then we had communion (reminiscent of the way we did it at our church back in TN, which was so comforting!). Tim calls it "Intinction" which means we lined up to individually take a piece of bread to dunk in a cup of wine. The people holding the bread or wine said " Christ's body broken for you" or "Christ's blood." At about this time though, I had COMPLETELY forgotten about the nametag fiasco. So these people, whom I've never been acquainted with before in my life, say to me "Suzy, this is Christ's body..." WHOA! And I am all-eyes-bugged-out. I am thinking, "How on earth do these people know me?!?" Luckily, I think I just made a face and that's all. I figured out how they "knew" me later on. They probably thought "That chick was weird."

So, it was a wacky church experience today, I tell ya. Will I visit them again? Oh yeah, I'll be back. I wonder what is in store for next week!