I grew up in the Lutheran Church. Lutheran’s are a lot like Catholics. We didn’t kneel, and we didn’t stand up quite as much. But there were hymnals to sing out of , and pews to sit in. My brother and I sat together in a sibling unity, like it was us against the church body.
I traveled back in time on Saturday night. We decided to visit a church where I could be anonymous. Not many churches have Saturday night services any longer, so I picked one that had a great website, agreeable Faith Statements and seemed legit.
What I didn’t know is that it was Charismatic.
And to echo my earlier sentiments: Nothing brings two brother’s closer than a 3 hour long Charismatic church service. The boys sat in front of Michael and me, playing hand games, whispering and giggling. It was them versus the church body.
It seems this world is so intentional about catering to the needs of every child, separating every child by their appropriate age, giving them each their own stores, their own ministries, their own nights, their own, their own, their own…
Saturday reminded me how we are robbing our kids from childhood experiences that bond siblings with each other. I’m wondering if this catering to our kids thing hasn’t totally affected our parenting and the increase of sibling rivalry.
Michael and I talk of times we were BFF”s with our siblings, and we had the opportunity to gain that relationship because we were raised in families where the circumstances forced kids to stand in unison against their parents, and the rest of the world for that matter.
If you ever have the time, take your kids places where they are forced to bond and you are seen as the bad guy. I think it’s an old military tactic, but I can assure you that it works.