Timeless truth in a changing world



Church isn’t Church isn’t Church

I really want to get into Harvard Law School someday so I have a chance at a prestigious law firm.  Then again, college is college, right?  I can save a whole lot of effort and money going down the road to First Street Community College.  I’m sure those prestigious law firms can recognize talent when they see it.  Who needs Harvard anyhow?

I had to buy a car to make a cross country trip.  The salesman was trying to get me to buy a fancy new car with all these bells and whistles- side airbags, traction control, good safety ratings, and of course the extended warranty.  I say, forget all that.  A car is a car, after all.  I just need a set of wheels.  So I went to the used car lot instead and bought a beat up thing for a lot less money.  I mean, yeah, the gas mileage is terrible, and the oil apparently leaks, but it runs, right? 

I used to try to eat well, but it’s just too much effort.  Making food from scratch is so time consuming, and I just don’t want to do it anymore.  So now I live on frozen pizza, fast food, and convenience store snacks.  I mean, hey, food is food.  I’m getting the calories I need.

I’m just glad she’s going to church.  I don’t care where she goes as long as she’s going.  Church is church, you know.

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Kids in Church- Why Bother?

I don’t know why I even bother.  Trying to corral five children in church by one’s self is not for the faint of heart.  And truth be told, by the time I’m halfway through the service I’m usually mad at one or more of said children.  I generally hear about half of the sermon, if I’m lucky.  I usually have to take out the baby and/or toddler at some point.  And to what end?  Is it even worth it?  Do they even get anything out of the service?  Do I?  Like I said, I often wonder why I even bother.  And yesterday was no exception until something amazing happened.

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Why I Would Never Force my Kids to go to Church

My parents forced me to eat three times a day growing up.  No joke.  Three times.  Every.  Single.  Day.  And it wasn’t always stuff I liked, either.  Matter of fact, I complained a lot about what my mom made.  “Ewww, gross!  Sauteed zucchini?  Seriously?  Mom, you know we hate this stuff!”  So as I approached adulthood I made an important decision.  Since my parents forced me to eat while I was growing up, I decided I was done with meals.  Oh, here and there I’ll eat out of obligation.  I mean, family traditions like Thanksgiving and Christmas, yeah, I’m there.  But daily eating?  No way.  I’m done.

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