When traveling or on vacation my family rarely attends Church. Frankly, it is enough of a pain to get everyone ready, attend meetings, and wrestle the monkeys when we’re operating out of our home. While on vacation all of this becomes both harder and less worthwhile. There are no callings to fulfill, so we’re not of service to anyone. Participation in classes is fraught with peril, as you don’t want to appear to be the jerk Utah Mormon spreading the one true gospel. Not knowing anyone makes the entire experience a bit distant and alien.

It hasn’t always been this way. I used to relish attending in other places, seeing firsthand the universality of the gospel, and finding instant friends. Now though I find a certain joy and renewal in a break from the Sunday routine. Perhaps when my children are old enough for the ordinance of the sacrament to once again be more than an especially quiet portion of the hour long wrestling match I’ll feel differently but for now I rather enjoy our “religious holidays.”