The Ordinary Moments #1 – Sundays
Anyone who speaks to me for longer than 2 mins will usually discover as a family we go to church. Not just go to church we are actively involved in our church community. I have no intention of bible bashing anyone with my faith on my blog, but it is very much part of who I am, what drives me, keeps me going, and the community has been there for me at times when I needed it over the years. We often say to the other people in our church community phrases like ‘love doing life with you’. It’s a bit of a corny phrase everyone at our church has cordoned BUT it is true, we ‘do life’ with these people week in, week out. They’re who I call when I want to celebrate something, who I ring when I need some help, these are my peers and this is how it should be ‘by this all men will know you are my disciples….by your love for one another’ ~ the man Himself : Jesus’ words.
Religion is a scary thing in this day and age, it is so scary to see what is going on in Iraq in the name of religion. It is horrendous, and it’s not anything that hasn’t been done to one degree or another (not playing down the heinous nature of what is going on out there at the moment) by people in the name of Christianity in centuries past. I think in all of this people miss the point. It should be all about love, the greatest commandment ‘love your neighbour as yourself’, if we all just treated everyone else how we would want to be treated the world would be a very different place.
I guess my point is I don’t want to talk about or argue religion, but it doesn’t get more ordinary for us than being at church on a Sunday. We are purposeful about attending, even when feeling we can’t be bothered, (yes that still creeps in even though we love it) especially with the girls as it is a stable environment that is consistent in their lives despite their two homes.
Even as I’m writing this I can hear them in the living room dancing and singing all the songs they do at Kids church, they have their own little service.
There are a LOT of people on holiday at the moment so we’re running skeleton teams. Yes, that’s my husband with the Viking hat on as it was raining (his brother bought him this for his birthday last year, much to my dismay as I knew he would wear it).
Here are some pics of our stereotypical Sunday mornings at church.