Written by guest blogger Andrea Frazer

One of the things I’ve been praying for lately is for a new church. The one I’m at is lovely. It’s where I went to school and where I’ve attended countless weddings, funerals and First Communions.

But it’s not as engaging as I’d like. I’ve left this large institution a few times before but, like the prodigal son… er… daughter, I always found myself coming back, tail between my legs. (And sadly, no one greeted me with open arms and threw me a party. That blew.)