It's Sunday afternoon, and instead of just starting church we are done with church for the day. This morning our alarm clock woke us up with "It's Sunday!' at the top of his lungs bright and early at 6:30 a.m. You would have thought that it was Christmas. Benjamin sure loves nursery and seeing people at church.
We went to our new ward today. It is the same size as our last ward but because the church we go to is so old it looks like the ward is bigger. They didn't make chapel buildings as spacious back in the 70s as the do now. Everyone was polite and friendly, but living in Utah I don't expect people to be as overtly friendly as they are in places where the church membership is much smaller. With so many members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Utah people don't feel like part of the minority or need to identify closely with someone new in the ward. After living so long out of state it is still something I have to get used to every time we relocate in a different part of Utah.
As for being part of the minority, some people refer to it as 'living in the mission field.' I absolutely hate this phrase. Last time I checked the still had missions in Utah and people are baptized here on a regular basis. So that means that living in Utah means you are living in Utah. I don't here the general authorities get up in General Conference and say every member a missionary except those living in Utah. If I remember correctly, we are often reminded that there are just as many opportunities for missionary work here in our state as there are in other parts of the country or world. Thus, I say that I spent a lot of my growing up years where members of the church were in the minority because that is the actual fact.
When people say that the 'lived in the mission field' I picture people living in the middle of a field of wheat with nothing around them for miles whereas the people who live in Utah live in the middle of a city. I never felt isolated from the church when I lived out of state, just lonely. I was lonely for people who shared my beliefs and attended the same religious activities that I did. I rarely lacked friends who shared my same values to some extent or people that I could get along with, I just didn't have an abundance of friends who attended the same church I did and shared the same beliefs about God. I'm sure I did my fair share of missionary work by the example I gave others more than overtly trying to hand out Book of Mormons and giving referrals to the missionaries. I did my best to be open to opportunities to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with those around me.
I love the Gospel of Jesus Christ and the good things it brings into my life. Today is also Fast Sunday. This does not mean it is a quick Sunday or that this Sunday will pass any faster than the last few Sundays. This means that throughtout the church, around the world, members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints have the opportunity to fast for two consecutive meals in an effort to be more spiritually in tune. During our church services we also have a testimony meeting instead of assigned speakers. This provides the opportunity for members of the congregation to share their testimonies about Gospel principles as they feel prompted to do so. We do this on the first Sunday of every month and it is a great time for spiritual growth and pondering.
Benjamin's idea of pondering and spiritual growth are a little different than my own. On the way home from church he asked if he could watch a Sunday movie when we got home. I appreciate the fact that he knows we don't watch regular movies on Sunday, but I'm not quite sure that he understands why. On Sunday we let him watch movies about Christ, His death and resurrection, the prophet Joseph Smith, and the pioneers. Sometimes we even have good Gospel discussions about the principles taught in these videos. I am grateful to the people who spend their time putting together these things for use in our homes.
Being at home in the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday just feels weird. I don't know what to do with the rest of my day. I missed going to choir this morning. That usually starts my Sunday off nicely with the Spiritual music and getting to interact with other members of our ward not to mention the fact that Mom usually gets a break from her two busy children for an hour. I love to sing. I am not the greatest singer in the world and I am usually just a little off, but I love to sing. I love music and songs, especially uplifitng and inspirational music.
I am grateful for our hymns and those who share their talents of writing, leading, and playing music with all of us. If I get nothing else out of church, I usually get the hymns we sing. It is hard to be able to follow a lesson or a talk given at church when you are in and out or referring children for the majority of the time, but I do get the words and the feeling of the music out of our church meetings. It has even turned into a bit of a test for me because I sing hymns and primary songs to my children when we are at church to get them to take their naps. (This is before they are old enough to go to nursery.) I get tired of singing the same few songs to my children when I know that there are a lot of wonderful songs we sing. I have started challenging myself to remember and learn more of our beautiful and sacred music so that I can share it with my children and learn new principles each week.
Today is Sunday. It is a time for reflection on and contemplation of the word of God as taught in the holy scriptures and through our living prophet, President Thomas S. Monson. It is a time to take a break from our daily cares and concerns and focus more on our families and our spirituality. How would we learn and grow as individuals if we didn't take some time out for self reflection and growth? I am grateful for Sundays that prepare me to face the week ahead of me.