Carmon has, of late, been posting various thoughts on community, church relationships and those types of topics. Not as a real direct thing, but they kind of go along with where my mind has been lately and get me to thinking about our church, how we happened to find ourselves there, and the difference it has made in us over the last-is it almost 4?-years.

It seemed like for so long we wandered in the vast evangelical church wasteland. We were always the "odd couple" it seemed. We homeschooled, had lots of children, and most noticeably, didn't take said children to Sunday School or Childrens' Church. That was a biggie. These were very hard years. At one of our churches we went to we had one other family that we felt we had some things in common with and they soon left the church and decided to 'home church' because the church we were in was "just getting too worldly" (In their words). But we always felt that leaving church entirely was not an option for us.

In the end we were going to a rather large church. We had to get up at 5:30 in order to get everyone ready and be at church by 8:00. (we had to go to the earliest service because it was the only one we could all fit in a pew together and not feel guilty about taking up too much room.) By 10:30 we were home. It felt like it didn't even happen. I knew church should be something more, but what? How to do it?

I remember one rainy day walking across the parking lot of a grocery store, praying. I said "Lord, I can teach my children about you, I can teach them Your word, but I cannot teach them about Your church. And I don't know what to do."

Well that's where I'll leave it for tonight. Gotta finish dinner. Tortilla and chicken soup, baked potatoes and salad. What are ya'all having?