While my husband has holiday memories of journeying between sets of grandparents and running through living rooms full of aunts and uncles and cousins, my holiday memories are of church events. As an only child living within a military community all holidays were spent far away from any blood relatives. The church, a collection of families away from family, would always have large potlucks during these special times of year. I have very fond memories of racing in and out of the borrowed school cafeteria and tables upon tables of casseroles and pies.
For me church became an extension of family and as we relished each others company our adoration of the God who had brought us together deepened.
If you consider KHC an extension of family, or are interested in having us as one, please join us on June 2nd for a summer potluck before a time of worship within the sanctuary.
And by the way, what with all of Pastor Chris’s analogy of your mother making the best ever meatloaf, wouldn’t it be a great time to bring in that special mom-makes-the-best… dish? I think my mom made the best from-scratch lasagna. I’m more of a Stouffer’s girl myself, but you get the point. So dig out the family recipe cards and bring us the best-ever dish or (because some of us are just proud we made it out of the house with matching socks never mind the from-scratch lasagna) make a quick stop at KFC for a bucket of chicken.
Part of Hawaiian culture, ʻohana means family in an extended sense of the term, including blood-related, adoptive or intentional. It emphasizes that families are bound together and members must cooperate and remember one another.
By the way, what did your mother make the best?