He's a Monday Kind of God
by Rebecca Kiser I didn’t grow up in church. I went to a Christian school through seventh grade, but the number of total Sundays my family spent in church through those years is most definitely less than the number of weekends we spent at the beach in just one summer. Honestly, I wouldn’t say that’s completely a bad thing. I think as Christians we can sometimes fall into the trap of restricting God to just a Sunday morning ordeal. We plan the day around going to church. We get up, we put on nice clothes, we yell at kids not to get messy, we grab our bibles. For an hour and a half, once a week, all is well. We meet God in a church pew and carefully flip through our Bibles so as not to damage their holiness. We put on a Sunday morning mentality and we leave the messy chaos at home. But you guys, that’s not real life. The church that I go to has a service on Monday nights for people who work on the weekends, which is why I started going on Mondays. And it’s awesome. It’s suc