It’s Sunday Morning and I’m “hitting the pause button” for a few minutes and searching back in time.
I was raised in a Southern Baptist home. My dad was a deacon, my mom a Sunday School teacher. Sunday mornings, evenings, and Wednesday nights, week-long revivals…just about anytime the church doors opened, we were there. Oh, did I mention the pot-luck lunches and suppers??? It’s a wonder we didn’t all weigh 400 pounds!
On June 3, 1972, I married a terrific girl who not only was from a Catholic family, she had attended a private Catholic school for 12 years. Full masses, prayer beads, lighting candles, “Our Fathers” and “Hail Mary’s” were important parts of her upbringing. And all those ups and downs from kneeling, sitting, kneeling again, standing, then kneeling again. No wonder she didn’t need to go to the gym!
So it will be no surprise to you that we had several (many) “discussions” about faith and traditions and what really matters and where to attend worship services when Sunday mornings arrived. And, we ultimately settled on a “compromise” (albeit protestant) option. But, truth be known, she was so much more Christlike about our differences that I was. I wish I had learned earlier in life to be more tolerant and kind and flexible…more like her.
She’s gone now, you know. And from time to time (like right now) I “hit the pause button” and simply reflect on the beauty of her life. I find both joy and pain in the pause: the joy of remembering and the pain of loss.
Sometimes I leave the button pressed for a longer period of time than others. But, sooner or later I hit the “play” button again because my life goes on and I need to do what she would want me to do…find a need and meet it.
Not a bad idea is it? Find a need and meet it…whether it’s Sunday morning or not.