At 42, Anne Bokma felt lost in a spiritual wilderness. Then her search for inspiration led her to a local church, and ultimately to 'a very unreasonable notion': faith.
Published in Homemakers in May 2009
Fifty years ago, the majority of Canadians spent their Sunday mornings sitting on a church pew instead of in the stands of a hockey arena, on the couch with the weekend paper or in bed catching up on sleep.
Today, regular churchgoing seems as retro as Sunday drives, martinis before dinner and eight-track tapes: only 23 per cent of Canadians go to weekly services. While 70 per cent of Canadian women say they believe in God and more than half say they pray daily, I think many feel too disillusioned, too disconnected or just too busy to attend worship services.
I know. I used to be one of them. Going to church had been a big part of my life growing up, but I left that behind after becoming disaffected by the faith of my childhood. My early certainties had become threadbare, like a blanket that no longer kept me warm. I still yearned for some sort of comfort, but didn't know what I was looking for.