We have been attending a church that meets late Sunday afternoons. We enjoy the timing because it makes the whole day feel very restful, but not going to church Sunday mornings makes me paranoid. We live in a small town (albeit next to a big city, it is still a small town) where many of our neighbors invited us to church upon meeting us. Both of our cars are obviously home every Sunday morning. Then I took the girls for a walk this morning and I wondered what people thought about me walking around with two casually dressed children at 10:30 Sunday morning. I almost wanted a shirt that said, “I’m not a pagan. I go to church later in the day.” Sunday mornings are just so entrenched in our culture as church time, and I do appreciate the setting apart of a day for the Lord, but I know that 11 a.m. is not intrinsically sacred. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.
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