Jack of Harts

I absolutely did not have a New Years Resolution aimed around the idea of going back to church again. I used to go to church regularly, but life got in the way many years ago and I haven’t made a habit of it. I watched church through various means over the years, even before the government lockdowns stopped people from going in. The reasons are many. But the first week of the New Year had me feeling a strong urging to go back to church the old fashioned way. So I did. And this Sunday, I went to my first Sunday School since my old Membership classes thirty years ago. Two weeks in a row now, and I have to say that attending church via the boob tube is nowhere near as good as going in person. A congregation is meant to congregate.