Sunday, April 8, 2012

Are we really the Sunday morning people?

I was at church this weekend for a couple of different Easter events.  Saturday morning was the egg hunt. The Hubs was helping "work" the hunt, so I was pretty much in charge of the boys by myself, although he was able to give me a hand with Bubby during the actual hunt.  Saturday morning revealed to me why people think poorly of Christians/the Church. In a room filled with a ton of people, all people of my "parents of young children" demographic, I felt completely alone.

Without going into detail, I felt snubbed, ignored, and even talked about by some people. Two people, other than my friend (who also happens to be the children's pastor), spoke to me. I have been attending this church for about a decade (both in college and for the last seven years since we have come back), and I honestly almost left the sanctuary in tears before the hunt began. I stayed for the hunt for Bubby's benefit, but we left before the remainder of the festivities. Why would I want to sit by myself amidst a group of people who are called to be unified?

We can sing about the death and resurrection power and love of Christ, but is it affecting our lives?  Are we really the Sunday morning people?

This morning we went back for service.  It had been awhile since I'd attended service in the main sanctuary since we have switched to the service across the campus.  But this morning was intergenerational, so I returned to the sanctuary. And I felt love from people of many generations.  A lady at the phase of mommy-ing just ahead of me chatted with me for quite some time before service. An older lady that I have just recently met waved and intentionally took a moment to come say hello to me. We had lunch with our young adult friends, chatted with people, passed our baby around. These are the Sunday morning people. These are the people moving outside of their cliques and demonstrating the love of Christ.

Same church. Twenty-four hour difference. A different set of people. Entirely different experience.

The love of the cross, the power of the resurrection, is not to enable us to do what we want in our nice Christian club. Easter enables us to live holy lives, to move beyond ourselves and truly care about other people, and that is not comfortable for some.  Are we really the Sunday morning people or are we just people who show up for Sunday mornings?

decided to link up with Emily's imperfect prose community - perhaps others can relate to this brokenness/redemptiveness


  1. strong words...and i hear you we grow larger we have to think smaller...its easy to get lost in the crowd...and i have felt that as should be a place we feel welcomed and loved...

  2. I like your take...I hear your calling forth the Sunday morning people - the resurrection people...

    one time, when it seemed I was in a season of this sort of "being alone in the crowd", the Lord impressed on me that it was Him "hiding" me - there were many lessons I learned; and learned to lean on Him more completely (always a struggle for the people-pleasing part of me...) - I wonder...

  3. i'm in awe that you went back the next day.

    i think God honors this... when we persevere, in spite of being hurt.

    but how it makes me angry that you felt so alone. i wish i could give you a hug. and reassure you that God is angry about that too. love you.


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