What Would Jesus Do? (part one)

 An interesting thing happened at the church I go to. 

     They stopped having Saturday services.

     This may not seem like a big thing, but it goes back to something I've always wondered concerning Christian worshipping practices: Why do we go to church on Sundays? 

     I understand that's when Jesus rose from the dead, but in the original Ten Commandments, of which there were actually 613 we were supposed to follow, we were commanded in the 4th to "Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy." There's more to it than that, a lot more, but I'm giving you the Reader's Digest condensed version.

     When did that change, who changed it, and why do we accept it?

     Let me put it this way: If my father tells me to do one thing and my buddy, the one who's always getting into trouble, tells me to do something in direct contradiction to it, who should I obey? 

     Maybe someone can enlighten me.

     While at church, my father went to a prayer group instead of the sermon because he likes the free coffee and cookies. Yeah, he's like me. Frugal. When we met up later, he told my wife and I that the associate pastor who leads the group brought in some friends of his to sing for them.

     "But without instruments," he added.

     "A cappella?" my wife asked.

     My father doesn't like to be questioned.

     "I don't remember the name of the band," he said.

     From there, we picked up my granddaughter. She walked out of the children's auditorium eating a cupcake. That was thoughtful of the church, but it was just the thing to spoil her appetite for the lunch we were about to have.

     There was another girl her age walking close by. She was sporting two crutches, a backpack, and carrying a stuffed animal. She was having a hard time trying to negotiate walking and eating her cupcake at the same time.

     "You should help her," my wife suggested.

     "I'm busy," my granddaughter said.

     "Doing what?"

     "Eating a cupcake."

     We were at church, after all, so I thought there was a lesson to be learned, but she had just come out of class and, as we all know, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

     "What would Jesus do?" I asked her.

     She didn't even have to think about it. 

     "He would heal her so she could carry her own stuff," she said.