Sunday, June 08, 2008
Greetings!
Sundays are often a day of introspection and questioning for me. So allow me to share....
I woke up thinking about how I can better serve the "church." I decided the best way is not to pretend anymore the building I frequent for meetings is THE church. I need to be the church. I know a few situations in my life right now where this would be helpful. I can't let the world pass me by without trying to be a beacon. I need to be informed on what's happening around be so I can be the proverbial salt and light.
I got to church building this morning on time. (My being on time is not a strength for me. I work on it all the the time.) I was sooo proud of myself. Everyone was headed their separate directions. Sunday school is my time to become a better sign language interpreter. I sit in class attempting to explain effectively what is being said. We've been studying a seminary level book about God's one-ness. Now it's nearly impossible to interpret things you don't understand, so I didn't try today (or any Sunday morning we study this book). (I know, I know Mom. If I don't try, I don't know if I could have succeeded.) I sat there when my phone started ringing, embarrassed I found it in my purse. I saw the call was from my Father-in-Law. I suddenly remembered I was supposed to pick him up this morning for church. I felt a wave of guilt rush over me for forgetting the man. Luckily, he lives close to the church. I left to go get him and came back. I was amazed I could be so spacey! I got through the rest of service just fine.
My afternoon felt kind of like the 50 yard dashes we used to have back in Elementary. I did laundry. I made lunch for Andy and me. I picked up around our little living space. We've been using it a hotel without the daily cleaning service: run in, shower, change, eat, sleep, run out. I knew I needed to study for work because I said I would. I took a nap instead.
I went to church to night (with my Father-in-law in tow) where I finally got to interpret songs and offering. During preaching, I helped out in the nursery. We played games, eat snacks, raced each other, and ordered queso from the imaginary drive-through window.
I took my father-in-law home and turned on the Christian radio station. They have a talk show every Sunday night focused for young adults and teens. The topic was a about sexuality. I got to questioning, why in Pentecost we make this issue is often made taboo? If the topic is ignored, it doesn't disappear. (Disclaimer: This is only in my experience. I don't want to offend anyone.) It just like procrastination doesn't get things done. Enough on that. It is late. Sweet dreams to all.
Questions, comments, concerns? Please feel free to E-mail!
I woke up thinking about how I can better serve the "church." I decided the best way is not to pretend anymore the building I frequent for meetings is THE church. I need to be the church. I know a few situations in my life right now where this would be helpful. I can't let the world pass me by without trying to be a beacon. I need to be informed on what's happening around be so I can be the proverbial salt and light.
I got to church building this morning on time. (My being on time is not a strength for me. I work on it all the the time.) I was sooo proud of myself. Everyone was headed their separate directions. Sunday school is my time to become a better sign language interpreter. I sit in class attempting to explain effectively what is being said. We've been studying a seminary level book about God's one-ness. Now it's nearly impossible to interpret things you don't understand, so I didn't try today (or any Sunday morning we study this book). (I know, I know Mom. If I don't try, I don't know if I could have succeeded.) I sat there when my phone started ringing, embarrassed I found it in my purse. I saw the call was from my Father-in-Law. I suddenly remembered I was supposed to pick him up this morning for church. I felt a wave of guilt rush over me for forgetting the man. Luckily, he lives close to the church. I left to go get him and came back. I was amazed I could be so spacey! I got through the rest of service just fine.
My afternoon felt kind of like the 50 yard dashes we used to have back in Elementary. I did laundry. I made lunch for Andy and me. I picked up around our little living space. We've been using it a hotel without the daily cleaning service: run in, shower, change, eat, sleep, run out. I knew I needed to study for work because I said I would. I took a nap instead.
I went to church to night (with my Father-in-law in tow) where I finally got to interpret songs and offering. During preaching, I helped out in the nursery. We played games, eat snacks, raced each other, and ordered queso from the imaginary drive-through window.
I took my father-in-law home and turned on the Christian radio station. They have a talk show every Sunday night focused for young adults and teens. The topic was a about sexuality. I got to questioning, why in Pentecost we make this issue is often made taboo? If the topic is ignored, it doesn't disappear. (Disclaimer: This is only in my experience. I don't want to offend anyone.) It just like procrastination doesn't get things done. Enough on that. It is late. Sweet dreams to all.
Questions, comments, concerns? Please feel free to E-mail!
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