Retiree Diary

Most people would recognise a church building when they see one - there is usually some kind of symbol to indicate the building's special purpose. I think that most people would say that the church is simply a building. Our home has a cross - the protestant Christian symbol - because it makes a statement to everyone in our neighbourhood. It's a small kind of "witness" to those around. It just happens that we also have been using our home as a kind of church, as we have a Bible Study group from our church that meets here during the week (though not now, with the virus n all.) A pulpit sits in the corner of our living room, along with a box of song books. And we clearly have far too many chairs. Not everyone has room for a church in their living room, but we have a huge open plan living room (and only 2 of us living in it). Still, this is our home - not a church. And not The Church. The Church is the people who love God and (therefore) meet t

It's hard to know which day is which these days. Someone said, "The week now only has 3 days - Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow". Our weekly routine has always been marked by church on Sunday, Bible Study on Wednesday,  ... and Maccas on Saturday. Well that came to an abrupt end. I woke up this morning feeling a bit sad - would this be our first unmarked Saturday, how will it even feel like a Saturday? But then I realised that I need to go to the chemist . Yes, I know, they will deliver for free, but I NEED to go somewhere further than the letterbox. And the golden arches are right next to the chemist. So, there. Takeaway breakfast, including the soy cappuccino with caramel syrup that is my weekly treat (and I can't make at home). So - Yay! It IS Saturday one more time.