Although you won’t see me at Church on Sunday mornings, I definitely consider myself a religious person. Growing up in a small town my parents didn’t have many options when choosing a Church near our home. Luckily for me they went with the Methodist Church in town opposed to the Baptist. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against Baptists, in fact I have nothing against any religion, as long as you believe in something good I’m all for it! I was happy to be Methodist because well, God doesn’t ask for a whole heck of a lot from Methodist’s. No confessionals required, no reason for communion to take place every Sunday, no special schools with plaid skirts to wear. Just show up on Sunday, or don’t, as long as you are following those Commandments as closely as possible he’ll plan to see you in Heaven one day!
And of course my favorite part of the Methodist Church: no sermons over 45 minutes!! We could leave Church after Sunday School, go out to lunch, visit my Grandparents, then head back home only to hear the African American Church up the street still singing through the windows. I felt so sorry for the poor kids stuck in that marathon of worship as I rode my bike by trying to catch a glimpse of God. I just assumed he must be there every Sunday healing the blind and making the crippled walk, because why else in the world would they still be going at it!
Many of my favorite childhood memories come from experiences I had through Church. Trick-or-treating for Unicef, going out Christmas Caroling with a group, Vacation Bible School, and my personal favorite Brunswick Stew sales (if you don’t know you better ask somebody!). And now that I have children I want them to be able to enjoy these types of experiences for themselves, while of course learning how to be good Christian boys with outstanding morals (an area their dad and I might not be the best examples for).
I haven’t yet made that step back into the Church Community, (still doing drive-bys to see who gets out the earliest) but it is on my list of things to do soon. In the meantime, I’ve began to lay with my son every night and help him say his prayers. After asking God to bless his family I leave a second for him to add anyone else he would like for God to watch over. So far his slide, the pool and the bouncy house at school are covered. I suppose that’s a good start!