It can be really, really hard to make friends at a parish.
DH and I have been attending our current parish for 3 years. I’ve taught classes there for the last two and a half years, plus volunteered for various things. DH isn’t as able to help because he works traditional hours, but he does make a point of going to certain events, including a major fundraiser for the archdiocesan seminarians, every year in addition to Mass. Basically, yes, we’re involved at the church, and unless we’re sick or on vacation, we attend Mass there every Sunday and holy day.
Six months ago, I decided (with, of course, the pastor’s okay–in fact, his hearty support) to start a mom’s group in no small part because I wanted to better connect with the other moms at our (huge, 3,000+ family) parish. I was tired of not knowing anyone there beyond the older woman I teach classes with and a nodding acquaintance with the staff. I wanted the sort of fellowship and support that knowing other moms can bring. And yes, I had ideas of us all helping one another to grow in faith, and be the sort of friends one can ask to be one’s kids’ godparents. Because, in my not so humble opinion, that’s a good part of what a church should be.
Six months in, there are two other moms attending that group. Two. We leafleted like there was no tomorrow, notified everyone we could think of, told the parents at faith formation and ditto the mother’s day out program, etc. They’re nice women, and it’s good to have met them, but I think we’re all feeling the strain of six months of no success in terms of getting any sort of numbers. The whole thing is incredibly depressing. It honestly seems like no one cares at all about making friends at church around here.