Church of summer

Opening the car windows on a sunny day, driving through the countryside while singing along to an appropriate soundtrack;

stopping the car so that we may admire the green of the trees, the blue of the sky, the smell of the summer, with the wind at our feet;

taking the opportunity to procure a small piece of the Earth’s bounty directly from the farmer who produced it.

Sometimes I feel that spending a Sunday morning indulging the senses and appreciating the beauty of our surroundings is a perfectly viable spiritual alternative to spending time in a church.

Hopefully, God agrees