opting out

This Easter season I’ve been bad about giving everything holiday-related up that’s family oriented. I opted out of lent, skipped the non-Sunday school part of Palm Sunday, and played hooky tonight for Good Friday. For Easter I’m planning on making an Easter breakfast for others at church, but I’ll probably head home directly afterwards.

It’s not that I’m devoid of religious thoughts. The retired professor this week told me that as he grows older, he believes less but more devoutly. I’ve been reading up on the emergent movement, and it occupies my thoughts about what I resist and embrace in the church. This week I resist having to hang out around the holiday but embrace the fact that I share so many secrets with God. I love the times he sees me smile or knows something that makes me happy that no one else shares.