Difficult Days

For whatever reason, nearly every Sunday D says he does not want to go to church. I haven't known why. When I ask him I don't get a reason. Inwardly I agree with him, as Sundays are still the hardest day of the week for me. I would love to stay under the covers a little longer, avoid the mental effort that understanding the messages takes, and escape the embarrassment of not catching the hymn page number quickly enough (it's generally only said once) or not finding the right Scripture passage. Not being able to sing, pray, and hear the sermon in your mother tongue is a stress I wasn't completely prepared for. There's also the possibility that someone will actually talk to me and I either won't understand or won't know how to reply.

Anyway, back to the original intent for the post. As a result, getting him dressed for church often takes some coaxing, such as this morning. He said his shirt was too big, which it probably was just a little. He said his pants were too tight, which they definitely weren't.

All of a sudden he blurted, "I don't look 'hansdom'."

I assured him that yes, he was handsome and sent him onward to get his shoes and socks. Which of course garnered more verbal protests.

Then this evening I think I discovered part of the "not wanting to go to church" problem. His shoes actually don't fit right, made worse by the fact that we normally walk to church. He showed me a nice little blister that had formed on the back of his heel. Hopefully with a different pair of shoes he'll be back to wanting to go to church again.

As for me, I think a whole lot more Slovak study is the only cure for my "not wanting to go to church" days.