House of Darkness House of Light: The True Story, Volume 02 by Andrea Perron

Author:Andrea Perron [Perron, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Non-Fiction
ISBN: 9781481712361
Google: DEQUMFmiPx8C
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Published: 2013-03-07T08:00:00+00:00

“The happiest man is he who learns from nature

the lesson of worship.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

After their final trip to church together, to Midnight Mass on a sparkling Christmas Eve, the family returned home. Roger built a roaring fire. Placing a Yule log in the center of a wrought iron grate, everyone gathered around it, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate before going off to bed. During the ride back to the farm, Carolyn informed Roger that it had been her last time in the pew of any church. He did not respond. The kids were all at the point of frenzy in the back seat, discussing plans for the holiday. April overheard her mother. Standing beside her in front of the fire, the youngster tugged at her sleeve.

“Mom? Why don’t you want to go back to church anymore?” Cherubim, the little angel spoke. Carolyn listened up as smoke billowed in the chimney. She believed in the message of Jesus Christ but thought it had not been well-received by humanity. She considered Jesus misunderstood, misinterpreted by those in the flock who’ve used His words of peace as the weapons of war. How to express such an intimidating, complex concept to a seven year old?

“I think the church makes God too small. I think God is bigger than any of us can even imagine. When I want to pray I would rather take a long walk in the woods. I feel closer to God there.” A mother spoke her truth to power.

“Aren’t we even closer to God in the “House of the Lord” . . . with Him?” Nancy was paying attention. She’d felt scrutinized, parishioners staring their way. She wanted to inquire why her mother was feeling uncomfortable, too.

“I don’t know. I feel God in this house. God is everywhere all the time.”

“That’s impossible.” Christine was doing infinite calculations in her head, theorizing with a big bang, until she thought her head would explode.

“That’s what makes it a miracle.” Carolyn smiled at her pragmatic middle child, struggling to make sense of that much God in action.

“Like the baby Jesus and the Virgin Mary!” Cindy perked up, chiming in. “I feel God here all the time… this is a holy house.”

Carolyn understood precisely what Cindy was saying, and why. Deciding to end it right there before their chatter plunged into the deep end, she said:

“Good! It’s late. Time for bed. Santa Claus is coming and he will not stop unless you’re all asleep. Say goodnight to your father then head on upstairs. I will be up in a few minutes to tuck you in. Don’t forget to say your prayers.”

(And Carolyn had the audacity to accuse the church of promoting a fallacy!) Dutiful children did as they were told, especially on the one night of the year when compliant behavior was of the utmost importance. Carolyn was jovial: “He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. So you’d better be good for goodness sake!” Off they went thinking magical thoughts.

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