Palm Sunday at the Church with the Red Door
Otherwise known as our local Episcopalian church.
Truthfully, I wasn’t feeling all that excited about visiting another church this week, which is what we do on General Conference Sundays. Our last visit was to the Mennonites, and that was kind of a high–I didn’t think I would enjoy another service as much as I did that one and even thought of going back. Then I realized that this would be Palm Sunday, so I knew I had to find someplace with a Palm Service. Even after all the pep talks of “this is much shorter than our church” and “you can change your clothes when we get home,” my kids were just not good during the service. The service in which we were given giant leaves to wave around, we marched both inside and out, and they even had cookies at the end! Oh well. When they are literate, I’ll encourage them to bring books. I really can’t understand why this kind of cultural anthropology does not appeal to three-year-olds!
Good things to remember: at every service we have attended, members of the congregation have been extraordinarily welcoming–I need to do that better; Peter is now convinced that the chairs at our church are the “most comfortable in the world”–I’ll remind him of that; Lily believes that our church feels much shorter–I’ll remind her of that.
Lastly, P.J. asked what the big T at the front of the chapel was. Uh, yeah, we ARE Christians!