When I was a young whippersnapper, I didn’t really think much about Sundays. I would go to church then my parents would take me grocery shopping then we would go home, I would have pancakes for breakfast, and I would attempt to play as many video games as I could before school started again on Monday. As I have gotten older, the routine has changed. In high school, I avoided the grocery store like the plague and we ate at a local restaurant which has since closed. In college, I started doing homework rather than play video games and the pancakes returned. Now, the homework/video games have evolved into the traditional Sunday afternoon football. Though the routine has changed, two things have remained constant: 1) church and 2) each Sunday was consistent with a routine. That consistency is why I love Sunday. In a hectic world where things are constantly changing and life is throwing curve balls left and right, it is very comforting that there is at least one day a week that follows a pattern and can provide a vacation from the uncertainty of the rest of the week.

This is my first post. Working on getting this thing in working form.