We’d recently moved to a new city and settled into a new apartment complex where there were other young parents with infants and toddlers, and we’d all become friends. Over coffee one morning my next-door neighbor told me we were the only family there who “does church” on Sunday. She’d always see us leaving while she was walking her dog. “For us,” she explained, “Sundays are for chilling.”
We did many things with our neighbors, but when we didn’t go with them one Sunday on an all-day tubing excursion down the river, my next-door neighbor asked me, “Why is sitting in a pew every Sunday so important to you?”
I’ll never forget my honest answer: “It’s the one hour a week I’m not needing to be attentive to little people (our precious toddler and infant) and can sit quietly with my thoughts and be fed with inspiration.”
