Do I have to go to church, again?

Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.  Hebrews 10:25only-child

I grew up in the church.  My grandparents took me from infancy until I could literally take myself.  I don’t ever remember being told to go to church nor do I remember being given the option not to.  It was just what we did in that house.

My grandfather took Joshua 24:15 to heart.

“And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”

I vividly remember Sunday afternoons when the clock would be inching toward 6:00pm.  That’s when B.T.U. began.  B.T.U. was Baptist Training Union, a time when we had classes drafted to teach us why we believed what we believed.  The plan was for each age group to have its own class.  We had our publication and the teacher was in place.  But, often I was one of a very few youth that showed up.  Especially in the summer time!

So, here we were playing kickball or jacks and my grandparents would walk in the direction of the car and tell me to come on, it’s time for BTU.  They cordially invited the other youth and children to go with us, but very seldom did anyone take them up on their offer.  I unwillingly climbed into the back seat of the car, looking through the window of what seemed to be all my peers having fun.

In retrospect, I’m grateful for the opportunity.  In those gatherings I gleaned so much.  I was put in positions of leadership as a pre-teen and teen so that I could learn proper procedures, protocol, rules of order and how to speak in front of crowds.  Not to mention, I learned scriptural doctrines and how to be confident in what the bible said.

I now know that I learned much more than what I thought I was learning. 

Yes, they taught me “church stuff”, but they also mentored me and modeled for me skills that I would need to successfully navigate through life.  I carry myself in a certain way and take a particular stance because of those valuable moments spent in a place I didn’t want to be. Grudgingly complying with my grandparent’s guidance paid off.

In memory of my God fearing paternal grandparents; Calvin (C.J.) and Viola Vaught.

I am always thrilled to link up with Suzie Eller for #livefreeThursday and this week’s prompt, “grudgingly.’” Click on the image to check out the wonderful encouragement.

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