This morning I went to church, and Lauralea went to church, to mark Good Friday. The unique thing was that we went to different churches.
We have had a growing desire among our church friends for a different option to theÂ rah rah, couple of churches gather together in the city to Celebrate Good Friday.
I am all about the "churches gathering together" thing, but more and more the joint service has been more of a "Celebration," than anything else. A big worship party, somewhat overshadowing the whole day of death thing.
And my heart struggles to be in it. And I feel guilty about that too.
So we give the people a couple of joint church options. There are a couple of other community churches doing group services too. Some are much more reflective and take the time to consider Christ's death.
I go to the one, and Lauralea goes to the other one, so that our bases are kind of covered.
But more and more I find the service I attend, just a struggle to attend. And again, I feel guilty for feeling that way.
I hope I'm not becoming an old fart. An old judgemental fart who boycotts the service just because it isn't done the way I like it. There are already too many of those out there I'm afraid.
But, I have a year to think some of those things through now.
We'll see what next year brings.