A couple boardmeetings ago there was a hot potato being tossed around the room.
That potato was Sunday Nights.
Apparently, any other activity besides sitting in a pew, singing old gospel tunes and listening to sermon seconds does not qualify as an appropriate reverence to God. Some were trying to lead to the deeper issues at work. Although I was not there, reportedly, the discussion degenerated into mocking and harumphing.
To me, this might as well be the color of carpet.
I'm so sick of this bickering and petty talk. I am very sure that our local church is not alone in side-of-the-mouth whispering and self-righteous back-biting, but it does seem to be particularly good at it.
As Christians we're often accused of being the source of war and division in the world. Unfortunately, that is true. Wars, death and destruction have certainly been waged in the name of Jesus Christ. And are these things really worth fighting for? Maybe they are . . . the personhood of God, the existence of God, the uniqueness of God . . . these things may just be worth fighting for. And while the violence speaks to our poor twisted machinations in a sinful world.
. . . But are the pieties of Sunday night really worth adding to an athiest's unbelief?
Our criteria, in Wesleyan circles, is not what do I know, but what must I do to be saved? This is important because it colors our answer to the next question, am I willing to die for this?
We weren't going to get a Christmas tree since we had sold the ones we had in Guymon. But toward the end of last week I thought, "Hmm, I think I do want a tree." So Evan agreed and we ventured out to Meijer over treacherous and snowy roads on Saturday night and finally found this pretty narrow one. Evan wanted LED lights because they save energy and I wanted white ones. So as you can see we both got what we wanted. A lot of my ornaments and Christmas stuff is at my mom's. But here it is with the birds and butterflies and vintage ornaments I could scrounge up.
