First Church

One of the strange and wonderful experiences of sabbatical is attending church.  Since I work most Sunday mornings I rarely get to be an anonymous attendee at a worship service.  So, our first Sunday on the Big Island we put on our shorts and t-shirts, slipped on our flip-flops and went to church.  Since we found ourselves in Kailua-Kona on the Big Island, the obvious place to go was Mokuaikaua Church, the first and oldest Christian church in the Hawaiian Islands. 

It was interesting to sit in worship with the winds blowing off the ocean right outside . . . and to think about how Christian faith and Hawaiian culture intersect and clash all at the same time. 

And, I missed Calvary.