
While growing up, and on several counts, I found my parents’ way of doing things impossibly annoying. Perhaps especially, I, along with my three siblings, objected to the Sunday afternoon Bible sessions.
Every week, that is, we’d have our big meal at noon, right after church. It was always spaghetti with homemade meat sauce from the local deli. It’s the best sauce I’ve ever had. So we always looked forward to it.
It’s what happened afterward that generated our collective ire. While we were still at table, now staring at our empty plates and longing to be anywhere else, my father would begin the non-optional Bible reading. Each of us would be forced to read aloud various passages. Continue reading “Two Kinds of Community”