I grew up in the South. Yes, it's capitalized, because it is a Thing. People who grow up in the South say, "Yes, Ma'am," and drink sweet tea on their front porches. We never turn down an invitation to a friendly get-together in the interest of being polite, even if we know we'd prefer to skip out. We say, "That sounds wonderful. Let's make it happen someday."
We also attend church.
The culture of the south has developed a type of Southern Churchianity (a phrase I first heard used by Michael Smith). It is a part of what we do. Good Southerners go to church, participate in fundraisers and charity events, and give to the poor. However, a true, intimate thirst for the knowledge of the Lord and His holy ways often lies ignored. This creates an environment of competition, strife, and even depression as we work to the bone to be acceptable to the church but miss out on the relationship with the God who created us and loves us.
But that's not why we don't go to church anymore.
We don't go to church anymore because our daughters play competitive basketball each weekend. We do, however, enjoy a little family Bible study and worship songs together.
How's that for a deceptive headline?
(Please don't hate me. I'm in a capricious mood. I'll shape up next time, I promise.)
I'm about the business of raising godly children. So far, God has blessed us with six of them! My husband owns his own business, and I'm fortunate enough to stay at home with the kiddos. If you're looking for deep philosophy on this blog, you're out of luck. If you'd prefer random tales of childhood tomfoolery, stick around!
