I refuse to feel guilty over not posting anything for nearly a month. I apologize, but there's nothing that can be done about it now. Don't cry over spilt .. um.. blog ideas.
I am, however, picking up the pieces of my dusty neglected blog to write about something that, if you know me, is a complete and total 180 from my usual ... um... self. And here it is.
I Love Church.
Yes that is what I said. Read it again to yourself. I'll give you a moment. Now read it one more time, replacing the word "I" with "Jennifer" add an s to love and take that question mark out of your head, I can hear you putting one in there!
Let me explain. *tries several times to write something* Hm. This is hard because this is a public blog. Maybe I won't explain too much. I'll just sum up. Yes! I'll sum: I wanted to get in touch with my spiritual side and also explore the possibility that I may have been wrong and there really is a God. Because I need him to help me out with something, and how can he help me if he isn't there? Well it turns out He is there, He was just waiting for me to open my door and let Him into my life and heart. So I tossed around an idea seed to Jake a few weeks ago: Let's go to church and try that out. I wanted to go to my friend's church, which we'd been to for her wedding in the summer and a few Christmases ago we attended her christmas thing. Jake was reluctant because he wasn't sure how the kids would be during a boring service. But I talked to her and she said there was Kids' Church after the singing and all the kids would pile out of the .. um.. main hall (?) and be taken care of, allowing us parents to relax and listen without distracted and possibly rangy/wild/bored/kookoo kids. So we went! And it was NOTHING like the boring dull lifeless suck-the-will-to-keep-awake United church that I'd been unwillingly dragged to as a child (max was twice a year but even that was two times too many) until they couldn't make me go any more.
There was a
rock band. Microphones. Amplifiers. Back up singers. A DRUM KIT. It was in a muffling booth, yes, but it was there. And the music for the first 15 minutes was so strong and moving and the words were on telepromptors for us, and I joined in, and I cried and I loved every moment of it. And then the kids went with Jake down the hall to Kids' Church and I listened to the Pastor and laughed at his jokes and admired his poetic talent and loved his demonstration of how long eternity is compared to life on Earth by unravelling a spool of twine all through the audience upstairs and down, asking people by name to support it, and I loved that he knew people by name. And when he was done speaking, I was disappointed and instantly couldn't wait for next Sunday.
We picked the kids up and they had had a great time in their very much like daycare environment, little chairs and tables, and a colouring page with Noah's ark and cookie crumbs around their mouths. Hayden told me about the Big Storm and showed his ark off to anyone who would look.
Many people I know and love go to this church. And I know that as cheesy as it may be to my old non-church-or-god self, this is what I have been missing in my life. Thank God.
