Our Atypical Sunday
For a while now, Checkered and I have been missing something from our lovely, lovely church. We have been missing traditional beauty and music. We do love many things about our church and have come to embrace the informality and the contemporary worship style. We have a good pastor and we continue to grow spiritually. There is a youth program and a children's program, and we dearly love the other parishioners. But once in a while a longing rises up and we know we are missing something. I sometimes wonder at the oddness of missing something I've never had.
So a few Sundays ago, we did something completely out of our ordinary. We dressed up and went to a different church. From the moment we walked in and were warmly greeted we were comfortable. Then the pipe organ began to play and we sang verse after verse of traditional hymns. I worked very hard not to cry and was shocked at the emotion the music drew out of me. The liturgy was meaningful, the sermon was sensible, the sanctuary was algow with stained glass reflections and Checkered and I were entralled.
I came out of that service feeling as though I had found the missing piece to a very precious puzzle. It leaves me in a bit of a quandry.
Here's an interesting article about how the liturgy is becoming appealing to a younger generation. Here's another article about this very hunger I feel now.
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To continue with our atypical Sunday, we decided to have a family baseball game.
It seems that some batters do better in pajamas.
I think there should be a new adage: When a 2nd baseman poses, the runner steals third.
"I'm not afraid of the ball!"
"Okay. I really am!!!"
Lots of balls found their way to the germ-infested, water soaked pool cover. But that was better than the ball Checkered hit which flew across our yard, across the neighbor's yard, and against another neighbor's house. That could have been ugly.
But here is the part which concerns me most. I am not sure when Checkered acquired this running posture. Maybe it's time he and I had a little chat...
So a few Sundays ago, we did something completely out of our ordinary. We dressed up and went to a different church. From the moment we walked in and were warmly greeted we were comfortable. Then the pipe organ began to play and we sang verse after verse of traditional hymns. I worked very hard not to cry and was shocked at the emotion the music drew out of me. The liturgy was meaningful, the sermon was sensible, the sanctuary was algow with stained glass reflections and Checkered and I were entralled.
I came out of that service feeling as though I had found the missing piece to a very precious puzzle. It leaves me in a bit of a quandry.
Here's an interesting article about how the liturgy is becoming appealing to a younger generation. Here's another article about this very hunger I feel now.
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To continue with our atypical Sunday, we decided to have a family baseball game.
It seems that some batters do better in pajamas.
I think there should be a new adage: When a 2nd baseman poses, the runner steals third.
"I'm not afraid of the ball!"
"Okay. I really am!!!"
Lots of balls found their way to the germ-infested, water soaked pool cover. But that was better than the ball Checkered hit which flew across our yard, across the neighbor's yard, and against another neighbor's house. That could have been ugly.
But here is the part which concerns me most. I am not sure when Checkered acquired this running posture. Maybe it's time he and I had a little chat...
OK, that is an interesting little jog your hubby's got going! Fun idea, for a family baseball game too!
I love music in church and to hear the choir singing. (I sing too, but not too loudly.)
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I was concerned for the window behind the batters! Definitely talk to the hubby! lol
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I think your readers need to know that we played with a tennis ball not a baseball. I may run goofy but I'm not about to buy those windows again. $$$
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I was merrily reading along thinking of expressing my fear of a bat going through the window behind the batter and humming a favorite hymn...when....
one of THOSE moments HIT ME...when the house is very quiet and everyone one but you are asleep and you come to a blog and read or see something that absolutely cracks you up??? well dear checkered your wife got me tonight... and THANK GOD i had nothing in my mouth such as coffee ... as I Burst out with a loud GUAFFFFF and it would have come out my nose ... thank you both I needed that!
hugs and prayers and a giggle too!
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love the family pics.
behind the flag peek if you will
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I probably take for granted the ingrained traditions at my church......we have the pipe organ, the majestic hymns, the liturgy. I didn't grow up in a liturgical church, so it took some getting used to, but after all these years, I especially appreciate the peaceful reverence of the liturgy service.
Last year, I visited my daughter's church, which has a contemporary style of worship. It alarmed me, actually, that there were no hymnals and no organ; a band played up front and we followed lyrics projected on a large screen. I DID NOT care for the service AT ALL! And, I looked around at all the young kids there, and mourned the fact that they will grow up not knowing the great old hymns of the Christian faith.
Funny photo of your husband!!
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