BELONGING

Bloom where you are planted

 

 

Blooms are coming out already in the chilly fog.  Walking in the fog gives one a headache and the sidewalk is very slippery too, which makes it stressful.  A dark figure comes toward me in the gloom and all of a sudden I look down and there is a little dog wagging it's tail beside me and his owner tells me the dogie does not like the fog either.  I wonder do I belong out in this gray world?

Dad now has a cough and still feels miserable.

Belonging is important to me.  I am happy knowing I belong to a family and that we all matter to one another.

In our church as in many churches people sit in the same spot week after week.  I have not got in the habit of doing this and several times found myself sitting in some one else's spot.  I feel like I belong in our church so I laugh and move along.  Not because I want to I am happy to do it.

Belonging to a church has moved beyond institutionalized posture that one must believe in certain things or behave in a certain way.  If one has a desire to want to belong then you are welcomed to be apart of a community of faith; recognizing that the purpose is to learn more about the spirit of God as  lived in the life of Jesus.  I believe that music has the power to open the soul to worship and prayer. .   

 

Christianity has a purpose to teach by word and example how a person can become the best they can be.  It feels sad to me that even with all it's imperfections the traditions I love may disappear.

Not so foggy this Tuesday morning.  A bit hard to think as I have been having a nasty headache.