There’s something about walking into a church that just feels like home. At least for me it does. Last week, I attended the funeral of a neighbor who was a lifelong presence in my life. Prior to this particular afternoon, I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I was inside a sanctuary. The pandemic has taken away a lot of what was previously routine for many of us. Most notably, getting up and going to work everyday. At this point, two years later, I can’t imagine going back to the daily grind of getting up, getting dressed, and battling traffic and fellow commuters, only to be worn out before even starting work. Pre-Covid, once we got through the work week, Sunday mornings would be reserved for church. To be clear, it definitely wasn’t every Sunday, but it was at least on a somewhat consistent basis. Now, virtual service has become the norm, and even tuning in to that has become a task. Because with two kids, Sunday mornings are as unpredictable as the weather.
Time Part II
Time Part II
Time Part II
There’s something about walking into a church that just feels like home. At least for me it does. Last week, I attended the funeral of a neighbor who was a lifelong presence in my life. Prior to this particular afternoon, I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I was inside a sanctuary. The pandemic has taken away a lot of what was previously routine for many of us. Most notably, getting up and going to work everyday. At this point, two years later, I can’t imagine going back to the daily grind of getting up, getting dressed, and battling traffic and fellow commuters, only to be worn out before even starting work. Pre-Covid, once we got through the work week, Sunday mornings would be reserved for church. To be clear, it definitely wasn’t every Sunday, but it was at least on a somewhat consistent basis. Now, virtual service has become the norm, and even tuning in to that has become a task. Because with two kids, Sunday mornings are as unpredictable as the weather.