Welcome To Untraditional Traditions

I grew up in a very secular home doing secular things. I found myself in a lot of trouble in my adolescence. After a good bout with drugs and alcohol I sobered up enough to join the Navy. I was saved in my rack on Christmas Eve. I had a little more partying in my system where I met my husband who was also in the Navy. He proposed after two months of bliss and we have 7 children together and will be married 19 years this year. After church hopping most of our marriage we began to get fed up with what we were seeing. We couldn’t put our finger on it, but something was just missing. Every Sunday felt like another day in a country club and if you dared to question the norm you were out of the club. I went against the grain and took the Gospel to the public square: abortion mills, pride parades, pro choice rallies, and drag show story hours. It was there I went through my speal where I took sinners through the law of God (the ten commandments) and showed them their need for a Savior. I was agitating outside a prochoice “vigil” and got into a pleasant discussion with a professing atheist. I brought him through the ten commandments and he said, “What about the 4th commandment? Do you do that?” I had to think about what the fourth commandment even was as it seemed I always read right over it. Looking very pleased with himself he reminded me it was the command to Keep the Sabbath day holy. I foolishly regurgitated what I could remember about why we no longer “have to” follow that command siting that “Jesus is my Sabbath now.” I felt a knot in my belly and felt like I did such violence to the Gospel message that day. From there I began diving into the reason and history of the change from Saturday to Sunday and was stunned. The rest is history. I repented and prayed my husband would be on board to experiment with what following the Scriptures looked like if we just plainly obeyed what was written and forsook some of the things traditionally kept but not really in scripture. We learned slowly and backed off when we felt overwhelmed. I started with keeping the Sabbath, I searched for a Sabbath keeping church and found one an hour away. I had to convince my husband to drive past literally hundreds of churches on the way to the only one that kept the Sabbath. When we arrived, it was different, but I was delighted! It felt right. Something felt whole. My teens looked at me during the Hebrew dancing and mouthed, ” Where are we? We are never coming back here.” LOL. There was a potluck after service and I thought, “What luck!” Not realizing there was a meal after every service. It was at that meal I was asked, “So, how did you come into Torah?” I was confused and said, “What does that mean?” After a chuckle she explained. I contemplated what that meant, wondering if I just walked my family into a cult. After seeking the Father through many prayers begging for wisdom and discernment He confirmed we were on the right track. We are still learning and growing and nothing has felt more right in all our lives.