During the summer we stopped going to church. Before Kierran and I left Valdez for Fairbanks we stopped attending the church we were attending because I didn’t care much for the pastor, there is a lack of children’s church and I don’t care for a particular part of the weekly service.
Finding a new church was on my list of things to do but got pushed to the back burner during the summer chaos.
As we sat eating dinner tonight Kierran tears off a small portion of the tortilla and said, “Look mom, it’s like that small bread. It’s God’s meat.”
I suppose if we’re going to drink his blood it makes sense to eat his meat. 🤷🏻♀️ I’m concerned instead of raising a christian I’m raising a cannibal.