Sunday morning has been called by many, “The most segregated hour in America.” There was a time I would have vehemently denied such a remark…that time no longer exists. If you remember last week, I wrote about how in Michigan 8.2 miles separates a poverty stricken area from one of the most affluent communities in the country. I also made the observation that when you go to churches in those areas that you are likely to see a community that reflects the area in which is presides. This observation is confirmed by a study carried out by Lifeway Research and published January of this year.
Growing up in a church that was more “traditional”, I have had my fair share of soul searching regarding its usefulness. I have wavered back and forth throughout the years going from anti-tradition to tradition super freak and then back again countless times. I am finally at a place of stability after years of prayers and study. Growing up my family went to a United Methodist Church. Why there? Well my mom made the decision and she grew up Southern Baptist in the 60-70’s…I think that pretty much sums it up.
A few posts earlier I made some comments about my hopes and dreams for my now newborn son—what I wanted him to become, what I wanted to instill in him. I am not a person taken back by much. I have seen my fair share of tragedy, heartache, joy, and elation, but I never expected this. Many friends who are already parents had told me how immediate the love for their child was; how when they were born it was literally love at first sight.
My favorite day of the year is upon us…a day that I am surprised is not more important and more celebrated by Christians everywhere. Sure, we go to a service…but are we really celebrating what has occurred in the tomb? Is going to a service and going to a family member’s house for dinner really what Easter is about…or is there something more. Having a son…I am trying to think on ways that he can understand the importance of Easter.
You know, submission is not a word that we like in our society. It is not a word that sounds like it denotes freedom and the pursuit of happiness. It is a word that pushes us to place ourselves behind others in priority and to consider others needs before our own. Obedience is another word that is not very popular, one that makes most people shutter at its very thought.