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Today’s submission is from “Connector, communicator, change agent & activist… friend of the geek & radical”…Johnny Laird:
What do you do on a Sunday?
My Sunday is – and has been for almost all of my life – geared towards me getting to and from The Salvation Army church building to meet with my tribe, worship God together, and do the stuff that makes a community of faith tick.
I know for many people, Sunday mornings are a lazy, slow to get going kind of day, but that’s a rare experience for me.
Regular Sunday mornings are characterised by manic rush….breakfast…getting kids moving…getting myself moving…..making sure no-one is left behind….not a little stress…and the journey, when everyone driving in front of me has slowed to snails place with seemingly nowhere to go.
Those early hours are about grappling with the blue serge Salvation Army uniform, with which I enjoy a love-hate relationship (check out more thoughts here), donning crisply ironed white shirt, and slipping shoes, not quite as shiny as they used to be…toe-capped Oxfords…Loakes..are de riguer
Yet, when all of this is done and out of the way, I almost always feel better for having been with my Church family. I love to share some time with likeminded people. I feel the benefit of good preaching that shows me how to apply the teaching of Jesus to my life today in the 21st Century. There are special moments, when God seems so very close…or when a person arrives from the street – well aware of our Movement’s reputation for helping the poor – to get some help, and you can do a little thing, not much more than a gesture to try and lend a hand a little; to try and show a little love and basic humanity.
We still take Church to the street. A Salvation Army band is for many the bringer of memories; the quaint remembrance of times past. Yet, we still go to our busy shopping centre…to play some tunes, remind people we are there for them, and try to have the onlookers understand that we are – in fact – part of the Christian Church. Not simply a social services agency with a brass band in tow.
I thank God my wife is a great cook with a West Indian heritage. Wonderful spicy chicken aromas greet us as we arrive at our house, Annabel.
Annabel is the name of the house, not the wife.
After the chicken and other sundry delights are consumed there might be some rest…the occasional Sunday afternoon sleep…bliss…
That’s one example of a Sunday. Here’s another.
Is half a day of Sabbath – real rest – enough?
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