Earlier this year, my brother started attending a church that turns out to be Southern Baptist. Note that this is the same boy who was always disinterested and wary when I talked about religions, who once wrote a “This I Believe” essay about how he wanted to be immortalized in human memory through his scientific contributions to society.
In his testimony, he now refers to this essay as “cringe-worthy,” which I am glad he is finally acknowledging, but like…y brother u join a fundamentalist church lol I’m scared
Now he emails me about the glory of God and participates in a Tim Keller-reading small group. This summer he’s doing research at Stanford so we tried to get him to attend the university church, but he soon found an evangelical one instead.
Yesterday he messaged me to say that they sang "Oceans" in church, and because I had sent him the song, he knew all the lyrics and didn’t even have to look at the giant projector screens.
Not gonna lie: I was really touched
and also a little jealous because I want to do “Oceans” in a church too?! Part of me still has this dream of attending a massive evangelical worship service/retreat/thing where they sing Christian music preferably from the early 2000s and raise their hands in the air and cry a lot. Maybe now my brother can take me to one!!!!!!!
In conclusion I am simultaneously baffled, concerned, weirdly envious, fascinated, and happy for him, and I wish I could attend his baptism which had better be on some Cali beach full immersion