Reflections on Sundays

Sundays were always a family day when I was growing up. It was a time for children, parents, grandparents and sometimes aunts, uncles, and cousins to meet and spend time being a family.
We would all meet at a relatives home after church for a nice, large, sit down dinner. After dinner the adults would sit down and talk, catch up on what was going on in each others lives, while the kids would go out and play soft ball, kick the can or a million other activities. TV's were turned off for the day. There was no rushing off to the Mal to shop, because all stores, restaurants, gas stations, bars, public offices, libraries etc. were closed on Sundays. Did we miss having these places open NO. You knew that all work, all shopping, etc. had to be taken care of before Sunday. I know there are some people out there moaning, and saying but how terrible that must have been. Well, it was not terrible at all. Sunday was the day of the week I loved best because it was OUR DAY. The one day of the week, that everyone had time for God and for family activities. The day was filled with laughter, fun and bound the family together. I still love Sunday, it's my favorite day of the week. I make a point of keeping Sunday, OUR DAY at my house, some would say wow that is so behind the times, hmm, perhaps, but the family is still together, something that can not be said for many American families today.