Don't call me religious. I won't answer. When word got around that my family started going to a different church from the one we attended for the last eight years, I almost always got asked what denomination it was. And sometimes I felt the need to volunteer it. Naturally, and sadly, it conjured up some assumptions about what we were now "up to". It's funny (but not really) how divided The Body can get, and how much work doesn't get done because of it.
I recently spent two Sundays at a church in Seattle that absolutely rocked me. I actually don't even know what denomination it falls under. I didn't check. I just knew that the source of the pastor's teaching was truth straight from the Word, and that the Holy Spirit swept through that building like it was nobody's business, leaving a trail of love and fellowship all over us. So does it matter if it was Lutheran, or Methodist, or Southern Baptist, or Roman Catholic or Greek Orthodox, or, egad, renegade non-denominational?
I've stopped caring about all that, to tell you the truth.
I seek and thrive in a community that, regardless of the structure that houses it and the label it carries, resembles the Church in Acts 2.
They were continually devoting themselves to the apostles' teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone kept feeling a sense of awe; and many wonders and signs were taking place through the apostles. And all those who had believed were together and had all things in common; and they began selling their property and possessions and were sharing them with all, as anyone might have need. Day by day continuing with one mind in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, they were taking their meals together with gladness and sincerity of heart, praising God and having favor with all the people. And the Lord was adding to their number day by day those who were being saved. - Acts 2:42-47 NASB
I have a special place in my heart that embraces the beauty of rituals, and I also place highest value on being actively encouraged and equipped to live out the Good News and to behave as a conduit of God's love and mercy to every neighbour I encounter.
If I'm going to identify with something, it mustn't be just the creed I abide by or the style and frequency of my worship. I want it to be a way of doing life that is unmistakably and contagiously that of a follower of Christ.
If you call me anything, I hope it is disciple.