Why I Love My Mom

1. You give me treats
2. You take me to school
3. You make me happy
4. I love you and you love me
5. You take care of me

Happy Mother's Day.

Why I Love My Mom

1. You're funny
2. Loving
3. Pretty
4. Nice
5. Sweet
6. Funky
7. Groovy
8. Good at Dancing
9. Awesome
10. Cool

Happy Mother's Day

Why I Love My Mom

1. You are understanding
2. You're awesome
3. You are a good cook
4. I don't have anything for number 4
5. You love me
6. You homeschool me
7. You read a lot (like me!)
8. You give me a home, love and FOOD
9. Again, food
10. You understand me

Happy Mother's Day.

Why I Love My Mom

1. You know what I want and need
2. You give me souvenirs
3. You're snuggly
4. You're pretty
5. You're awesome

Happy Mother's Day

Welcome

There exist distinct differences in opinion (or ought I say, 'facts') amidst the wide spectrum of Christendom. Spending a weekend with my frozen-chosen friend Mike brings these to light.

I am a sensible person, not prone to edginess or harshness. I have learned through time, talks, reading of history and hopefully the Spirit of God that much of our lives are the extensions of the precepts of men, even godly men; even myself.

I used to spend much time seeking a full and complete understanding of my faith and that of others, seeking to identify the differences, preparing to battle for the intellectual chalice of perfect doctrine.

Now I am more likely to meet out the root causes for the differences, to be more understanding. Contrary to the fears of the stalwarts, this journey has in general strengthened my comprehension of God, man and our connection.

That being said, at church with Mike this morning, as the Preacher forbade people who were not believers from participating in Communion, I was immediately irked, insulted at the barrier of participation built by man around God. He does not need our protection.

My immediate reaction was to refuse to join in Communion under such circumstances, participating with those who refused to participate with others. Fortunately, as the portions of bread and juice were passed from pew to pew, my hypocrisy was timely revealed, and I was reminded of my own belief that Communion is a welcoming table for all, including those who believe otherwise.