We have a nice snow cover which feels very Christmasy. Christmas
is slowly taking shape inside as well. Seth and Anna arrive today, and we’ve
waited to bring in the tree until they’re home. I love the, “Oh, I remember this!”
that happens when the kids do the trimming.
With the frigid work of caring for cows ongoing, I had an
enjoyable change of pace taking Grandma to church on Sunday. She’s a practicing
Episcopalian who doesn’t get to practice much since she gave up her car. She
was afraid no one in the congregation would remember her, but of course they
did. We entered through the blood red doorway and were welcomed warmly in to their
tiny community.
The Episcopal service is very participatory. Bonny’s eyesight
isn’t too good, and I was lost trying to find the hymns and chants in the books
tucked in the rack in front of us. As I was going back and forth between the
hymnal and the prayer book, I turned to the fellow behind us with a questioning
look. He cheerfully exchanged books with me as he was already on the right
page. He would do this a couple more times before the service was over.
I have never been a churchgoer. My folks taught by example
and provided all I needed as a kid. But still, I hated having to say I was a “nothing”
when the other kids at school asked me what religion I was. Mark was raised like
me, so it was natural to do the same with our own kids. I’m sure they had the same issues at school being different from their peers. Anna had the
right idea when she told her teacher she was “home-churched.” Brilliant.
Grandma Bonny never forced her religion on anyone, but she did
the kids a good turn when she enrolled them in bible camp over the summer. The camp was hosted by a different Christian denomination every year so the kids got comfortable with the Episcopalians, the Lutherans, the
Catholics and the Methodists. Now wherever they go they’re at ease visiting
local churches. Or not visiting them for that matter.
Thankfully I am comfortable as an adult, as a nothing. I don’t
have to be a “believer” to believe in the power of faith and prayer and
community. However and wherever each of us finds peace and comfort is good
with me.
The best part of the service on Sunday was "The Peace," that time before communion where parishioners turn to one another in greeting. Handshakes and hugs are shared and wishes of peace exchanged. So
fitting for the season. “Peace be with you . . . and also with you.”
This is really good, but I question your comment that you are not a "believer" because you don't go to church. Don't you think you can be a believer anyway? I do and by watching you and how you treat others, you are a believer and an example of all that Jesus taught!
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DeleteI was raised going to Sunday School followd by "big Church" at the First Baptist Church in Pocatello. As a child my mom attended a Methodist Church service on Sunday whenever they were able to go. The difference, she said, between a Baptist and a Methodist was one was dipped and the other sprinkled. My dad's family were LDS, but my dad was not active in the church and in fact had a pretty good size grudge because he was baptized without his consent. As I grew older I came to realize that I felt closer to God in the mountains or on a solitary ride on my horse; or fishing a pristine river or lake, looking at he sun come up or a brilliant sunset. My faith was a personal relationship with the Lord, not one that needed to be formed or reinforced by a preacher. I believe what I believe and live accordingly. I am comfortable in church but it isn't something I need. We raised our girls the same way. Religion isn't what you do or where you are on Sunday, it's what you do and who you are every day. I respect anyone who requires the more formal and organized setting of a church to express their faith, but they are no closer to the Lord than you and I with our disconnect from a structure where church services are held. I have known you a long time, and your life exemplifies what Christianity is all about and this is reflected in your three outstanding children. Yes, you have a lot of faith. Awesome piece!
ReplyDeleteAlways good to hear from you. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
DeleteWho you are and what you do every day - well stated.
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ReplyDeleteYes this family has never been "nothing"
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