Dating back to Fall 2014 from Buffy’s original Blog.com site is this taking-it-down-a-notch entry about childhood Sundays. So see? Buffy isn’t always bitchy. 

 

I’m taking it down a notch today and am just Buffy the Blogger. It’s Sunday, the best day of the week, and it belongs exclusively to God.

Sunday is a lot different than when I was a kid. Mom usually popped a pot roast in the oven before we left for town, and it cooked while we were at Sunday school and church. We’d come home, have lunch, clean the kitchen, and then mom and dad would spend what seemed like a long time reading the newspaper. The afternoon was spent at home, and then we went back to town on Sunday night for youth choir, youth group and church. Fast forward three+ decades. It would never enter my mind to leave the oven on while we’re at church, much less to cook a meal. Sometimes we go to church on Saturday and sometimes on Sunday, but never on Sunday night. I can read the Houston Chronicle in less than 10 minutes, less if Ken Hoffman’s column is about wrestling or monster trucks.

Church music is different, too. Back in the day, we sang hymns, and we followed along in the hymn book. Today’s church songs are generally more progressive, and the words are flashed on super-sized screens behind the pulpit.

Sermons have taken a turn also. A lot of churches offer feel-good sermons, and I like to watch those on TV and listen to them in the car. Who doesn’t like to feel good? But, in my opinion, there’s no replacement for back-to-the-Bible basics that are thought provoking and challenging… and life changing. The reverence of traditional worship offers blessings that are indescribable.

When I was a kid, prayer time was generally spent alone. Today, I use my dog walking time to talk with God. His beautiful creation is right in front of me. There aren’t any distractions. Work deadlines and household chores and to do lists and and and and and and and aren’t invited to follow me out the front door. Walk time is the perfect time to thank Him, praise Him, ask Him and listen to Him. I’ve learned that basically any time and anywhere is an appropriate time to connect with God, and thankfully, He’s everywhere I go. Everywhere.

The bottom line is simple: Times change; God doesn’t. And that makes Buffy thankful.