Recently Church has looked different to what we are used to. With Oscar’s sensory needs, he wasn’t coping, so at present one of us attends with the older boys and the other stays home with him.
On Sunday, church for Sunday was different again. It wasn’t in a building with pews and a sermon from a pulpit. Instead, it was in the car, on the road heading to a disability-friendly rock climbing session.
Oscar had been up since 3 am and was now in the back seat listening to Jesus Superhero on repeat. Over and over, the same lyrics filling the car, his way of finding joy. We had picked up coffee and a croissant for breakfast and to help the tiredness.
Church wasn’t something we were doing today—not in the traditional sense. But Jesus never said church was about the four walls. He said, Where two or more are gathered in my name, there I am with them.
That Sunday, communion wasn’t bread and wine; it was croissants and coffee. A moment of stillness in the car, hands wrapped around a warm cup, the flaky pastry, as the wine shared and bread broken. It was sustenance, yes, but also something deeper— gratitude, presence.
Jesus remembered.
Jesus with us.
Some Sundays look like auditoriums and corporate worship within a church community. Others look like early morning car rides, music on repeat.
Every moment holy.
Blue Skies & Lollipops 