still keeping it real....

For the past 36 years I have gone to church on Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday nights. For the past 36 years I have not missed very many of these services. There was a time when I didn’t want to go to church, at least not as often as my family went, but I went. I could stay out on Saturday night, but I had better get my rear out of bed and be setting in the pew and ready to go. I respect my parents for the expectation. I have imposed the same rules on my children. But things have changed for our family. Times are different. Every Wednesday night I feel like I am breaking the rules by not going to church. It is unsettling. I’m just trying to adjust to the changes in my life.