Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.
I will admit that I don’t remember a ton of the sermon from last night’s Candlelight Service. mainly because I was distracted by Linnea’s adorableness the whole time. Right before the service started my Father-in-law, Norm, came over to where we were all sitting because she was fussing. Matt, Linnea’s father, said the following:
She’s just crying because she found out her Grandpa wears a dress.
Note of the uninitiated, but Lutheran Pastors still wear the fancy flowing vestments.
It’s mother’s day today, and in my continuing odyssey to attempt to be a better religious person (I have claimed one, after all) Paul and I have continued being churchy past the prerequisite easter service. Yes. I know hell is in danger of freezing as a result of it. I’ll take my chances.
Today’s service had a focus on mother’s day, along with a training edge that dangled into the continuing study of the easter story. We’re now reaching the part where the disciples are well back into their senses and trying to work out where to go next in regards to the risen lord. I can’t help but think that I’d be in a much worse state than them when it comes to figuring out where I’d want to go with that information. The fear of Friday has faded and they’ve learned the news and…
Well… There’s more to the story, I’m sure. But I figured I’d write about it. I’ve been writing about everything else in my life. This is just another of those thinks I’ll try and make regular commentary on.
Side note: Communion wafers are evil. No one should give anything that vile the honor of representing Jesus. Symbols of really nice guys should never be nasty tasting hunks of cardboard that playact at being bread.