Sunday Village

Over many years I have come to recognize the value of Sundays. Sunday is not just the name given for the day following Saturday. Nor is it of value to me because it is considered a day of rest .

Since I was a small girl, I can recall Sunday dresses and petticoats, patent leather shoes(white from Easter till Labor day,black for fall and winter) hats ,and gloves. What a great treasure to dress up in that special outfit once each week! For close to 12 weeks this outfit consisted of the same single dress! We were not wealthy, but it seemed most the kids also had 1 set of Sunday clothes. I think it only changed if you grew or with the seasons.
The priveledge of putting on such garments was for the purpose of going to church as a family.

We went faithfully with our friends and neighbors to church school and worship services each Sunday. We sang songs of Jesus' love for us and made crafts that helped remind us at home of the lessons we were taught on flannel boards about bible characters and Gods big plan! It always felt good to be there. I felt loved , I felt beautiful, I felt like it was one big family! I remember learning to recite the Lords prayer. It wasn't about anything rote that took place,yet the tradition was foundational in my sense of experiencing God through His people" The Church".

After Worship Service we always went to my Great Grandmaothers house for Sunday supper. This also was a tradition. As we entered her tiny cottage, the smells of a roast in the oven and fresh baked bread made our tummies grumble for the feast to follow! She would set us up with a quiet activity she found from the "funny pages" of the sunday paper. My sister and I weekly cut out the paper doll dress to add to our cigar box collection for later play. My older brother colored the by number picture insert. We sprawled across the small sitting room floor until called to our places at the childrens table, an arms length away from our elders. Grace was said and "children should be seen and not heard" was the rule for dinner conversation. If we ate all on our plates we were given dessert. Now all this was accomplished in our Sunday best with dishtowels covering our necks and chests.

After dinner we would be sent out to the front porch to play jacks or cards or jump rope. If the weather was bad we could take toys from a box out and play on the enclosed pantry -back door area. On long summer days we sat out under the cherry tree and played dolls as the adults talked and relaxed.

We ended each Sunday with full tummies, tired eyes and promises to be back next week. We children sat quietly in the back seat as our parents headed us home for bed. I remember watching the trees and neighborhoods pass by us from the car windows, sun setting,seasons changing. Everything familiar, each block etched into my memory of the road home.

I share this trip down memory lane with you today because I'm stirred by the promise I made this morning to God about Hunter. Hunter was Baptized today! His parents are Phil and Robin. They were surrounded by generations of family and friends. Robin and her family are new to our church family, and we all celebrated this joy together. Today I promised God to support Her and her family in showing Gods love, in encouraging them to come to the feast He has prepared in Christ thru the bread and cup. I promised to be that place that would help Hunter grow through years of laughter,tears,victories and challanges, and understand his gifts, along with all the others present.

Lord Jesus help us all to recieve the little children in our midst, to cherish your heart towards them as we learn to serve you more each day! For the sake of your kingdom coming into our midst every day. Amen