On Sunday, Darius and I attended a wonderfully Christmas-y celebration at the Church of my Youth. My Grandma, Uncle, and Aunts still attend the church. This particular Church is known for its spectacular music. If there was an Olympics for competitive Choirs, I'm sure this church would be in the running for a medal.
The music was great. There was a singing John McCain look-a-like, although I'm guessing the conservative church didn't plan it that way. And I'm not sure they thought it was quite as funny as I did. Darius had a grand old time listening to the music and watching all the performances that went along with it. For a moment, it made me desire being back in the church.
I love God. I am a child of God. And so is my son. And so is different-religion-believing Neville. We are all God's children. I love church music. I love singing praises to God. I love the worship and flood of emotion that comes in singing His name.
If church was just about community and praising God, we'd go every week. But it's not. And no matter how progressive a Church appears, I haven't found one that embraces my feminist, liberal thinking to make me feel like I am a part of that community. Forget about my different-religion-believing spouse. He's doomed.
