One of the earliest songs I learned went like this, "I like to go to church. I like to go to church. I love the happy songs we sing, I like to go to church." And I really did! And I really still do.
I have been going to church since I was in my grandmother's womb, (YES! that is biologically and historically accurate. I can explain if you want me to...), so there is a lot I could say here. And it is not all roses and sunshine...or "happy songs." But today, I felt nostalgic and thankful for many warm memories and Sunday traditions that flooded my memory:
- My dad was responsible for weekend breakfasts most of the time. Pancakes on Saturday and donuts or Pillsbury orange rolls on Sunday. Those orange rolls still take me right back to Sunday mornings.
- We used to listen to Casey Kasum's top 40 on the way to church and on the way home. On the way there the songs were, ummmmm.... not very good; many unrecognizable. But on the way home we were listening to the top 10 and it was awesome. A lot of time we sat in the car to listen for #1!
- In "big church," (that is what we called the main worship service), my mom often held my hand. And sometimes I held my brothers and sister's hands too. Even when we were teenagers. No - we did not do this at movies or baseball games. Just in big church.
- Dad always had lifesavers in his pocket for big church. My favorite was/is butter rum. The other options were the fruity kind or wintergreen. He normally had two options. I think my parents started them as a pacifying technique to ween us from the nursery to big church, but I still count on Dad having them today.
- Two words: Golden Corral. And it was okay to have dessert first or only dessert.
- One word that follows those two words: NAP.
- And my final memory, was about youth choir. I have so many fond memories of youth choir. We used to sing most Sunday night services. I mean, it sounds so dorky, and I have not even heard mention of one in ten years, but it was fantastic. And we had a blast! There is something about the combination of community and learned music and adolescence that is so formative. If I had it in me, I might just start one at my church. Maybe I will convince my musician husband one day.