As was our custom, once settled into a home, it was time to find a place of worship. Following our usual procedure, we opened the wolley segap* and began listing those whose names had appeal; the next steps would be actual Sunday visits.
During our visits we would be analyzing the preaching, the order and completeness of the service, the warmth of the congregation toward visitors, the buzz, if any, of activity and the size of the buildings.
After several visits, we chose the McLean Bible Church as our new church home. It was located at the intersection of Georgetown Pike and the Washington Beltline, about a ten minute drive from our home. The church was six years old and had a congregation of about 400 people.
As our years of being "built-up in the faith" would prove, MBC was the right choice. We soon became engaged in areas of service including serving on the mission's committee, the childrens' ministry, a senior citizen's group and the elder board.
MBC was my first elder-ruled church and I was in complete agreement with its operation and doctrinal statement. In our fourth year there, I was nominated to be an elder, was elected, and served many years thereon. The years at MBC proved to be the years of most sporitual growth in my Christian life.
*yellow pages.
More, later.
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