One Sunny, Sunday Morning

As it was Labor Day, and I’m a college student, I went home for the weekend. The main purpose was to rendezvous with my fellow bridesmaids and our bride (aka: sister dearest) to pick out the bridesmaids dress. However, as is my tradition when I go home, I informed my boss at the church I would like to work on Sunday. This is a natural concept to me because I love my group of children, and who doesn’t want to get paid? I mean, I would be going to church anyway; why not spend my time earning money while building the bond with my kids? No-brainer!

Or so I thought.

As the familiar families trickled into the classroom, I was met with surprised “hello’s” and questions such as “how is college going?” ‘Well, I’ve only been in school for a week so…’ I was astounded by the amount of times I was asked “You came home for the holiday and you’re here now? Wow! I wouldn’t!”

What. Wait. Hold on….we’re in church. On Sunday. What do you mean you wouldn’t go to church? You wouldn’t jump at the chance to play with kids, including your own child? Floored. Absolutely floored. But you know, I just smiled and laughed each time it was brought up, because what else would I say? ‘yeah, my plans to go to Europe fell through, so here I am!’ Like that’s even an option.

But let’s go ahead and address the important issue here. As Christians, we should enjoy gathering and praising God. As parents, we should be grateful to have kind-hearted people there to love on your child while you socialize. (because we all know church is more of a social situation than a religious one these days) I understand we’re all human and church might not be our favorite place to go, especially at 9 in the morning. Regardless, Christianity is more than simply showing up to church on Sunday’s. It’s service, love, and teaching our next generation to love as Christ did. Being a Christian is not a part-time job. ‘Job’ shouldn’t even be anywhere near the description. Just because I go home for the weekend doesn’t mean I need a holiday from church. That’s ridiculous! The fact that these parents were shocked by my commitment to their children and our church bothers me to no end. What has our religious body become? Or is it simply the fact that I’m a college student who, by stereotype, shouldn’t even be out of bed before noon on weekends unless it’s to puke out my hangover?

Do you have an opinion on the matter? Similar thoughts? Opposing thoughts? Let me know! I love discussions 🙂

Early Morning Reflections for the Morbid Soul

By Shelby S. 

I’m so blessed to occasionally be able to listen to the church choir rehearse as I work. This morning the choir congregated to rehearse for the funeral of a beloved church member, and as I listened, I became lost in thought of the awful task of burying a parent.

I’m in awe of the strength and dignity the surviving families have as they sit in the front row and listen to stories, cherished songs, and eulogies.

I’ve only had to bury one close family member, and though I entered life as he began his exit, I deeply felt his absence. My grandmother wore a bright blue suit to her husbands funeral. She repeatedly told me it was alright, that he was no longer here. That this was just a body, not my grandfather. Even though I tried my hardest to embrace this frame of thought, I couldn’t let go of the worldly representation of my grandfather. It only made me sob harder when they closed the casket, because I thought that would be the last time I would see his face before they cremated it. Funerals are horribly morbid.

The point of this random blog post? A realization that I will never be dignified like everyone else. I will be that insane girl moaning and wailing at the foot of the casket. Which will you be?

Musical Inspirations: 

It Is Well With My Soul – sung by our sanctuary choir

Breezeblocks – AltJ