This Jerry Root idea is on my list of watch this next!
The conversation and supportive advice on this thread has me wanting to get some advice if possible.
I went back and forth in hue to handle a specific incident related to my church and it was what was behind my request for prayer I posted about a week ago.
Bear with me because I’ll need to explain enough to warrant appropriate advice if anyone has any words of wisdom 
So I put a post out about how I was studying how God is the Potter and we are the clay and how he uses broken people.
Well, this was actually an activity that I had put together for a church ladies gathering.
About a month before I had this thought driving one day about how we all have struggles in this life and the verses about the potter/ clay pooped in my head. So I contacted the pastor’s wife who told me to check with another lady that manages the gatherings.
I did and she said it’d be great and to text the pastor’s wife back so she could put it in the bulletin as she puts those together for church goers to have fur announcements and upcoming church events.
I sent her a text immediately as the next day was Sunday and I wanted 3-4 weeks for people to sign up.
She didn’t respond back at all so I wasn’t sure but thankfully, it was in the bulletin that Sunday morning.
The next 3 bulletins had the day and time and the pastor also verbalized it.
A couple of the women were happy I was hosting it at my house. I was excited because it would be fun but also a great time of heart fellowship given the topic. Plus, I thought it was a great nod to my husband who is Greek Orthodox and refuses to go to this church. The members ask me all the time to invite him to things and I do because God could one day prompt him to finally say yes. It made him imo seem accepting of them as I was having it at our home.
So, our church is very small. And only 2-3 people signed up. The pastor’s wife did tell me her son had a soccer game and the woman who manages the gathering was going to be on a trip.
Despite it being in a Saturday, which I thought would work good for most ( none of the ladies work outside the home and a few are older ) but there was only those few still signed up a week before it was to take place.
I decided to just roll with it because it’s really hard to plan around everyone’s schedules which I understand.
So the week before one woman said she’d be there and another one texted me 2 days before asking if she needed to bring anything ( she didn’t, I was funding it all which was my decision).
So in those weeks prior, I typed up information on 7 different women in the Bible , how they
were “ broken “ but then how God used them anyway. I included scripture to tie into each woman, her struggle and redemption and hue it could help us in a similar struggle.
The activity was going to be where each woman smashed a ceramic plate and then on a painted base that complimented the color pattern on that plate would randomly pick one a printout of one of the biblical women, read about her and then we’d each glue a piece of the broken plate onto the base. This would be done until the plate
was “ fixed “ and resembled its original self despite it being broken ( chipped , dented etc representing how life can do such to us but God still has a plan and we can still be used by him)
I had went also to a second hand store , found the bases, the plates and also purchased paint and themed stickers to adhere to the base.
I also had planned to serve a luncheon of tacos. Taco shells break but still can be eaten with the fillings and still taste yummy

So the day before I purchased all the stuff to make tacos, a fruit salad, lunch and some cookies for dessert. I made everything the night before so it was ready.
This was planned to be 3 hours long and so my husband kindly agreed to put his “ house” work on hold and go do something for those hours as did my daughter ( who lives with us ). It was to be from 10am -1 pm.
So at 10:10 on that Saturday, I was getting nervous and thought …, people run late or might be lost. By 11:30 I lost hope that anyone was coming and actually asked God to not let anyone show up at that point because I was not motivated anymore plus the time was running short for both the activity and lunch.
Ironically that morning, I saw a car roaming around about 9:45 and thought maybe it was a church member.
Well, it was a church member just not from my church who was putting fliers in doors about revival meetings at another local baptist church that I used attend about 12 years ago.
( the revival meeting were May 6,7,8 with tonight being the last one and I went to all of them. They were wonderful… also ironic was my church told members about them too )
The Sunday after the gathering I planned ( April 30 ) to didn’t have it in me to go. Not one person that has signed up contacted me to let me know they weren’t coming. I took that day to pray and work on my emotions because yes, I was hurt.
The pastor emailed me later that week because I had offered to put together an in-house VBS for July as a good friend who’s 2 daughter’s graduated from my preschool class has inquired. The pastor said there wasn’t enough help ( they nixed AWANA too for that same reason ) so I told my friend I’d try to get an ok for a VBS just fur the church kids already attending.
The pastor was emailing me back the ok after reading my lesson / activity plan for it.
He included a statement that they missed me that Sunday and hoped I was doing well. ( this was a week later )
No one has inquired about how the ladies gathering went. Until today which was from the lady manages the meetings but was on vacation and had wanted to come.
I just told her no one showed nor had notified me they couldn’t come. She commented “ that must’ve hurt and how she struggles to get women to come to these ladies fellowships. To which I was appreciative of her compassion.
Goodness, I apologize for the novel but now I have my question…
I’m struggling with not just what happened some other things too :
The pastor’s wife and the lady that texted me 2 days prior indicating she was coming have both asked me to cover for them if they ever can’t teach Sunday school. I used to teach it but my vocal cord problem became an issue and I had to step away. I agreed to fill in because it wouldn’t be that much and I love it. I have already been asked by both to cover.
Sorry ……
so this church does little to no outreach in our Mormon community and I have been shot down with excuses for why they do not. The same excuses are also given for the VBS and AWANA.
I’m feeling used and abused and an questioning the agenda of my church. I can’t understand the lack of gospel outreach especially in this area.
Am I being too sensitive? Am I making a mountain out of a molehill ? I have no animosity or ill will towards anyone there but I am sorely disappointed and am not motivated at all there to offer involvement in much anymore. But I want to be involved a church that does things , reaches people and isn’t limited to current church members with no concern for growth.
I’m really struggling with what to do. Should I stay and let go of my hearts desires for a church or should I find another church? I do think the church doing the revival would be a good fit.
Btw, my husband did not give me sound biblical advice. ( most of you know my situation with him … Eastern Orthodox, saved:woman_shrugging:t4: , doesn’t read the Bible etc ) so he told me to expletive them. Sorry again but this is why I’m seeking some wisdom because that’s not the answer 
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Unfortunately, my husband and daughter were very angry at how this happened and my husband I do not think will now ever come to my current church.
This has been so stressful and I do not want to make a rash decision, make a decision based on my feelings , and want to be where God wants me.
If anyone’s head exploded because of my blabbing on and on , I’m sooo sorry. I also don’t mean to tell my life’s woes here by droning on.
So for anyone who was brave enough to read all of this and would like to share anything AT ALL , I’d be so appreciative. 

This was one of the finished products for that gathering.