Babysteps

It's time to start getting ready for another day of rest.I'm a preacher's kid, so the idea of crazy Sundays is hardly foreign to me, but I'd have to say it's a little different being the bustler instead of the bustled. Just getting the family ready is crazy enough, but once we get there, my list of responsibilities expands greatly.

It's not that I'm whining, really. I think that everything I'm supposed to do is worth doing, and beneficial to the kingdom of God. But how beneficial? Sure playing the drums helps our worship time to go a little more smoothly and sound a little better, but is it really service to God? I don't know. Teaching Sunday School is obviously something important, yet there's certainly nothing about it in Scripture. Originally, Sunday School was created to get the very poor and troublesome children off the street in England. While my class can definitely fall into the latter category at times, they're hardly street urchins. Watching the nursery is invaluable for the women who are trying to listen to the sermon. I know that's true because I have two cute little distractions all my own, but being on the nursery committee? That involves a lot more than just watching children every now and then. The list could go on, but that's a healthy example.

It seems like we're all still trying to meld the Old Testament concepts of "Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy" with the New Testament concepts of "work out your faith with fear and trembling". (The "fear and trembling" part would be my Sunday School class.) The two don't mesh well. I suppose at least I'm only worrying and working about the things of God on this day. Maybe that's the key. I still feel like I'm missing something critical. I'll just do my best to worship the Lord despite all of the things I have to remember to do. After all, the pastor seems to do that every Sunday, and he's definitely "involved".