Happy Easter

My husband and I for quite some time have been saying we should go to church.  Pretty much since we moved in together five years ago every Sunday we have felt guilt about not getting up and going to church. Now that I'm a mom, I realize that church is great and so is God (or the idea of him/her) but the most important thing about church is community.  It is a place where you feel welcome every Sunday and share experiences.  Also, one of my priorities right now is to raise a well rounded child that has plenty of socialization, so self centered as it may be, I'm going to church for him. An added bonus is when, unfortunately one of our pets die, there will be the consolation that the cat or dog has gone up to heaven. 

Easter Sunday brought us to a little church in a little town fifteen minutes away.  The church was built in the 1850's and it had magnificent wood work and stained glass to admire during the prayers and sermon.  The pews were half empty which was rather disconcerting considering it was a major Christian holiday-part of the reason I wanted to go on Easter was that the church would be packed and we could slip in and out unnoticed, so wrong I was.

We were greeted by some strange ladies.  One gal was sitting at a table before church during their little brunch time-and the first thing she says to us is "did you hear about the new pastor."  Now, I should have left it at that, but being curious I had to ask what happened to the old one-he quit five weeks ago.  Perhaps she was a novelist and could see my intrigue, knowing there was a mystery to solve she knew I would return to get the scoop of what the congregation did to make this pastor quit.  Hopefully in a few weeks I'll have the answer.

Another old lady hobbled over to us with a few missing teeth and admired Colby.  Then she continued to share that she adopted one child, had one child and lost five children, but after that she fostered over two hundred children.  I gave her a small applause and a bouquet of flowers for her good deeds. 

Next week plan on venturing to the big city church...Hallelujah! (such a strange word)

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