I can't go to church anymore, but I do have one story of our old church worth telling.
The church broke up enough (yet another division before we came along, and no one gossiped, so really never found out what happened) that there wasn't enough money to pay for a pastor. Instead, we paid four soon-to-graduate seminary students $300 a month to prepare one sermon per month. (Four students -- all working for their masters or PhD's -- once every four weeks. Skilled men, so worth the price back then, and then some.)
Three out of four of them adopted our church as their ministry. (The fourth couldn't because he worked 50-60 hours a week, but he told a pastor friend, who volunteered to help us too, so it worked out perfectly.)
After service we always gathered together for lunch. This particular Sunday, I had one of my headaches (I have migraines, so they come often enough), so I went home. Everyone else gathered at one of the pastor's mom's house in South Jersey -- one of the few places everyone could fit in together. (South Philly, so IF we have yards, they're only 16' X 16' -- definitely not enough room for 50 people to fit.)
One of our members had terrible grand mal seizures. His seizures were so bad, he had no cartilage in his nose anymore from the number of times he fell down his steps during a seizure and broke his nose. (He amused us by showing how flexible his nose was. lol) Sometimes we paused service to help him. He was a very nice guy though, so it was no big deal to anyone past worried he might hurt himself.
Except, when he had a seizure he lost all control.
While at this pastor's mom's house he had one. He soiled himself completely. (Bad way to find out you have diarrhea.) Three guys in the bathroom, door shut, to help him undress, and get cleaned up. Worse yet, no clothes fit him, so they had to clean and dry his clothes while he wore Mom's bathrobe, which was a tight fit.
After they finished helping him, one of the ruling elders -- a mailman about 30, with a 9 month old daughter -- said to his wife, "I bet that makes up for all the times I wasn't there to change our daughter's diapers."
His smart wife said, "No."
I know. I was supposed to give some wonderful, deeply-spiritual story about some huge thing God did in our church, but truthfully, that's my favorite story. Why? Because I miss that church specifically because everyone was very caring and, indeed, very imperfect. Loved each other anyway.
That's what church is really about. Side-by-side, through thick and thin, loving each other.