This is my story.
On Sunday morning, we awoke to mild temperatures and I gently reminded my children, “Get dressed. We’re going to church.” Then came the response from Unnamed Child 1, “What?! Why do we have to go to church!” Looking at me as if I must be kidding. Or had two heads, I couldn’t quite tell.
But it got me thinking. Perhaps the joke is on me. We miss enough Sunday morning services, for this excuse or that excuse, and suddenly my children are asking me, as if it were an option, “why do we have to go to church?” When we consistently attend worship service, they do not question but rather come to expect. And maybe even look forward to it.
After I did my best job explaining the why we go to church, we get into the car and begin driving towards downtown when suddenly Unnamed Child 2 points to a fancy car in the adjacent lance and nonchalantly tells me the make and model. While there is nothing wrong with knowing that information, it just did not sit right with me. She can recite a luxury car model, but can she name many bible verses? She knows the lyrics but does she know the scripture?
Have I been I falling short in my mission to teach my children?
As we were walking up the sidewalk in downtown T-town, towards the sanctuary, Unnamed Child 1 now asks, in a whiney voice I might add, “why do we have to sing in church?” Once again, I did my best to explain to her The Why. Incidentally, it was ‘music Sunday’ at our Methodist church the sermon was geared towards worshiping through music.
There’s your sign, sweet girl.
I am reminded of this book which I loved, and lessons still apply today. Every now and then, I need a good reminder. We will be more intentional with carving out the first part of our week for worship. It sets the right tone, gives praise where praise belongs, and shifts priorities back into focus.
“This is my story, this is my song.”