For the past 8 months, our church has been under a little construction. And by a little construction, I mean 1.8 million dollars worth of construction. It was called the Equip Project I go to a very large church in Lincoln, on an average Sunday we have about 1,000 people in our congregation. They started this auditorium remodel job shortly after we moved back. The auditorium was completely cleaned out and newly updated. Instead of having church in the auditorium, they recorded the service in the Chapel (a much smaller auditorium) and broad casted it out to various other rooms with large screens in the church. It took a while for everyone to get used to this weird set-up, but now it is finally over with. Today was the first service in the new auditorium. It is amazing. Instead of the old purple pews, we now have actual seats. And the ugly bright blue carpet is gone! They created a brand spanking new orchestra pit, band pit, and choir loft. It looks amazing. I am honestly surprised that they go this all done in 8 months. This morning the sermon topic was about how in this day and age so many churches get caught up in making church "fun" and "modern" and that we need to focus more on the message that is being provided to us. It was a amazing. I was hanging off of the edge of my seat.
Going to a large church definitely has it's advantages, but I still loved going to New Hope. It was small, and every one knew every one. A couple weeks before we moved, I was walking into the bathroom before the sermon, and this elderly lady started talking to me about how much the church body would miss us, I had seen this lady almost every Sunday, but I didn't know her name. It made me think about the larger church that I would be moving back to. At Indian Hills, old ladies don't talk to people to make friendly conversation in the restroom. At Indian Hills, you basically only interact with the people you have already developed close bonds with. I really miss the small-church feel of New Hope.
Today, right before we were about to leave the house for church, Daddy came walking into the living room wearing black shoes, white socks, light wash jeans, a light blue, untucked button-up shirt, and a brown jacket/suit coat thing. I looked over at Momma and we both started laughing so hard. Dad isn't very talented with this whole matching clothes thing. Usually Mom and I pick out his clothing. If he had it his way, he would wear old button up shirts that are wrinkled and stained with the sleeves cut off, ripped jeans, and combat/hiking boots everyday. Plus, he can't even tie a tie; Mom always does it for him. He just recently bought himself a zip-up tie for when he has to wear a tie with his spiffy looking uniform for work. That zip-up tie is the most pathetic thing I have ever seen. As Dad was walking up the stairs to go change his clothes, Momma looked at me and said, "Don't marry a man who can't dress himself properly and think you will be able to change his ways. I have been trying to change the way your Daddy dresses for over 16 years now, and it doesn't work. Marry a man who can dress himself properly." And then we both laughed. I love my parents... :)
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