A great and Wonderful Day!
Recently I had the privilege to attend a ceremony celebrating the rise to Deacon-hood of a very special person. Though I do not participate in her religion, The Runtyun does. Milly leads the youth ministries at the church the runtyun attends and the two have connected in a very powerful and positive way.
Though I do not participate in their religion, I can appreciate the dedication Milly had in accomplishing her goal. She will be a shining light to all those who know her.
This post is not about Milly’s accomplishment, it is about ME!, and my relationship with the higher power. Please notice that I did not say God, or any of the other names relating to a superior all knowing being, or creator.
When The Runtyun started going to church, I felt it was my duty to be there, after all she was young and needed her Daddy nearby, or maybe I needed it. I felt it was be good for her on many different levels; she would be with kids her own age, she could spend time learning something that is a basis for our society, and maybe even get a little moral development tossed in.
Since that day so many years ago, she has developed into a fine young lady. One day, I asked her if she wanted to continue her relationship with the church and choir. I tried to explain that it would be a commitment for the rest of her school years and that I would enforce it every time she wanted to stay home and sleep in. We have had a couple of times when the desire to sleep has beaten her need to attend, finally I convinced her of the importance of going.
I still have to get her to church and when her choir sings I attend the service...well sometimes anyhow. When I do go to the service, I stand and sit on cue, I’ll read and listen to the passages that are recited, and contemplate questions running around my brain. Sometimes I’ll concentrate about a story or blog I am writing, and as such I am not really involved in the service.
One of the questions I ponder is what am I teaching my kid by my lack of Christianity and not being a participant, yet making her go and participating in the very thing I rebel against?
I know what I want to be teacher her, but is that the lesson she is getting?
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