Church Hunting: Ct Baptist Church

CtBC

This really wasn't so much part of our hunt as meeting friends. The church was old. The pastor must have been amazed that on one Sunday they doubled their attendance with visitors, until he understood where were all refugees from the same church and likely most wouldn't be staying.

The sermon was mediocre, well-meant but devoid of content. It feels like many pastors feel that they are paid to speak, whether or not they really have anything profound to say, so they are compelled to fill the time as best as their meager talent can do. Honest feeling. When we spoke after, I really liked him and we all genuinely felt welcomed and accepted there. To my discredit I kept telling myself to write the pastor, or at least an elder, and express appreciation. I never did.

Nice, very nice people. There was simply no life there. It's a holding place for those who call themselves Christ's. They're on life support, numbers dwindling, trying to maintain a building that is now far too big for them. I expect this is common.

Some of our party stayed, a young family. Another pastor from our group apparently has now preached there too. Good for them.

No matter what, the drive would have been an hour.