Church
My son, given the choice, doesn’t go to church (he’s 11). On Easter Sunday, he wasn’t given a choice – we (the family) were all in church. But usually, one parent stays at home with Matthew, while the other attends church with our daughter. And increasingly, the one who stays at home is myself, and the one who worships is my wife.
I have to say that my son’s choice seems to me to be reasonable. If I’m honest, I go to church because I’m a Christian, not the other way around. Of course, this is a horribly public place to be having this discussion, but where else can I say this? The majority of my work colleagues don’t attend church. And if I don’t say anything, we’ll drift through the next few years. Soon enough, my son can be left home alone, and I could worship regularly again. Perhaps Matthew has a better chance of finding faith if he doesn’t associate God with sitting through a service which clearly wasn’t designed for him in the first place.
On the other hand, maybe I need to rethink my own attendance. Life, these days, is a continual game of ‘catch up’. So, if I don’t have to go to church (because I can’t), then I can do useful stuff on a Sunday morning. Being practical …
