What A Difference A Day Makes...

"What a difference a day makes... 24 little hours..."

I love that song. Lately, when it comes to church, I live that song. You see, My church has a Saturday evening service in addition to several services on Sunday. Because the worship team I'm on normally ministers at the Saturday evening service, I've gotten used to attending that service. I have to admit that it took me a while to get accustomed to going to church on Saturday. All my life we've always gone to Sunday service. There wasn't any other choice really. Everyone worth their salt knew that Sunday morning at 11:00 was "the Gospel hour." Yeah, tradition runs deep in Christian circles. I guess that's why I've always been kind of an "odd duck" - because I've learned to roll with change fairly easily. It boggles my mind how resistant some folk can be to change. Reminds me of the song from Fiddler on the Roof - Tradition... (my apologies to the anti-musical folks who may happen across this post, and you know who you are...) The gist is that we are steeped in our traditions, they are part of us.

So anyway, this Saturday church thing took me a minute to wrap my brain around. It didn't take too long, but I had to get used to going to church on Saturdays and NOT going on Sundays (except for the weeks when I sing). When I finally realized the Jesus is not mad at me because I choose to go on Saturdays, I started to really love it. I enjoy having all day Sunday to get myself together and tie up loose ends in prep for the work week ahead. I sometimes wonder why I didn't do this sooner.

Well, it may not bother Jesus, but apparently some of His followers have an issue with it. One of my friends joked about me Seventh Day Adventist now - nope, still Wesleyan. And my father, bless his heart, a former, strictly-by-the-book, United Methodist minister, must have asked me 20 times why I wasn't going to church yesterday - sigh... (you'll be happy to know that I didn't get a "tone" or cop an attitude any of those 20 times - how's that for progress?)

Honestly it almost makes me want to call a press conference so I can tell everyone that I am not an infidel nor a heathen, I have NOT quit the church, and I did not join a cult! I just go to church on a different day for crying out loud! Something tells me it would make much difference though. In the mean time I've decided to quit stressing over what other people think. While they're busy questioning, I think I'll catch a Sunday afternoon matinee... tee hee!

Happy Monday all!