church searching in taipei (part one)
I’m truly so blessed to have amazing women around me, both physically & via that handy little tool known as the internet. though they can’t be there with me to discover new restaurants & explore the alleyways of Taipei, I’ve spent hours with my best girls, forming concrete goals, visions & spinning the occasional fantastical dream.
One of my largest goals this year, without a doubt, is to find a spiritual community where I can both be fed & serve in ministry. My four months in New York were a scary time of my life, a time that I often try to remember, but simply can’t. I don’t remember a single thing I did there, besides long, exhausting rides home on the D train after work, metal rattling & people sighting. I don’t think I had more than one spiritual conversation in the entire season I was there. I felt so lost, so adrift, as if I wasn’t really present in the world. Every morning seemed like a nightmare that I desperately needed to awake from. I can’t really explain it, but I do know that much of it was because I had no community. As much as I’d like to say I’m some Saint Teresa of Avila-esque spiritual warrior that can form a vibrant, thriving life on my own, I know I need community. I’m so weak.
No one likes going to unfamiliar churches & seeing a sea of strange faces week after week; me the least. I’d rather hide out in the confines of my room with the IHOP webcast & a bowl of cereal. But this is the truth: that He’s gone before me, and He’s calling me to follow Him. I’m embarking on a quest to find a ministry that I know is going to form a large part of my life here in Taipei. I’m asking for solid, Bible-based messages that stir up my heart to live in holiness rather than feeding me feel-good platitudes that I’d like to hear. I’m asking for a tight-knit community of believers that do all things together: not just praying for each other on Sundays; not just Thursday night cell-group, but plays together, laughs together, eats together. And one more thing: I’m asking to be stretched in this season by the people I’m surrounded with. I want to hear different stories: people of all walks of life, all ages, all backgrounds, all gathered together to lift up their hands to the One that makes life in beautiful Taipei worthwhile.
I’ve already began going to a few churches; one, the tiny, tiny church of a family friend with a dual English-Chinese service, & the newly-planted all-English service at one of Taipei’s largest mega-churches: Taipei Bread of Life. To be honest, I’m still searching, still waiting, still hoping.
But thank God, thank God, thank God—that He goes before me.