Joyful Noise
Growing up, I thought all Christians were best friends. I knew my church was Presbyterian and that it was much more fun than the Episcopal one I went to with a friend once after a Saturday sleepover. I knew my brother's preschool was Church of Christ and that their playground had the best slide. I knew my babysitter went to a Freewill Baptist college that deemed Amy Grant too much like progressive rock and therefore not suitable for auditory consumption. I knew my grandparents attended a Methodist church near the mall with the best bookstore. I had heard of all these denominations and others but never thought too much about them. They were all Christian , and that's what mattered. As I entered high school I began to get the sense that denominational divides might denote doctrinal differences. I discovered words like Calvinism and predestination, but I was okay with the tension in these topics. My Christian high school was nondenominational, and so was I. When my ...