Yesterday's Sunday Times contained a piece on a young teen who initiated his family into going to church on Sundays. You can read the online version of the article here.
By the end of the article, the family was attending regularly, and the mother had signed up to bring a carrot salad to a church picnic. I found it interesting that the article ended on this note rather than something related to spirituality or being "born again." But bringing something to a picnic speaks volumes. It signifies: 1) a commitment to future involvement and 2) a sense of ownership.
At what point do we realize we're committed to something? I decided to evaluate my own experiences...
I often find it difficult remembering milestone decisions...or at least, the details of what led me to choose that particular path. I think that we sometimes begin to act and see the fruit of our commitment without realizing that we've made a decision. When big opportunities come up, we've already spent time analyzing our position on the matter, and our hearts and minds are in a condition to make a decision.
It's often little things that show how our hearts have changed. The first words we speak after forgiving someone might be laughably simple..."What do you want for dinner?" It's in our body language; how we dress; which section of books we are drawn to at the library.