Easter Sunday
I've been thinking for the last 2 days how I wanted to write about this, knowing from the moment it happened that I needed to write about it. I returned to church this Sunday, Easter Sunday. I went because it was Easter Sunday and because we were visiting my husband's family and I felt the obligation of going with family to an Easter Sunday service and the desire to not be left alone in a home that is not mine with no real ritual or tradition on Easter Morning. I also had this voice in the back of my head that whispered "How bad can it be?" To tell you the truth it wasn't that bad. Sure I had theological disagreements with what was being taught from the pulpit. Someone said something that sat the wrong way with me and I smiled and nodded (and tried not to roll my eyes) while taking another sip of my coffee. I bit my tongue in places where, if situation or timing had been different, I might have said something. But the whole time as I sat there, staring at the w...