On Sunday, Shaun brought the kids to church for the first time. The following comments resulted:
Joelle: "Um, Auntie Erin...is it okay if we share seats?"
Me: "Yes, there are no rules in church"
Wendy to Mina: "How was church?"
Mina: "We had to sing songs about God and lambs"
Wendy to Will: "I like your craft"
Will: "We made it for the God"
I love these observations, they make me laugh. I remember thinking similar things before I was "churched". I thought there were a lot of rules in church, but after going regularly for the last seven years, I've realized there are actually none.
One time Dirt and I walked into our old church late, Dirt with his "large extra extra" and me slurping my iced coffee, which was all fine. ...until about half way through the sermon when the pastor mentioned that the congregation was fasting in preparation for the annual meeting. Oops!