Returning to Church

The highlight to a stellar weekend in Maine and a personal triumph on my part, after four months I managed to get Mom and Dad to return to their church this past Sunday. It was something I knew would be good for them, especially Dad, as I try to get him out socializing more. He had resisted this idea of going back to church for quite a while now. I learned a long time ago you can’t make someone do something they don’t want to do. You have to be patient and wait for them to come to the idea themselves, should that be what they choose. That’s not to say; however, that I didn’t mention it to him every week, because I did. What can I say I don’t like to give up. 
In the end they went. I dropped them off for the service and then headed out for what I needed to do (there is always something that needs to be done and no rest for the wicked). An hour or so later when I went back to pick them up, I was waiting in the main entrance when Pastor Elaine came out of the worship area and was waiting to say hi to everyone as they readied to exit. She saw me across the room and smiled. “What a great surprise this morning! I had no idea, this was wonderful!” she exclaimed. I replied, “Well they wanted to come back. It took a while but here they are.” I smiled. When we left, both of them admitted to me how good it was to go back and be back. If they decide to go next week, I’ll drive them again and continue to drive them every week for as long as they want to return.