What I Think About Welcome To The Month Of and Welcome To The Year Of Things By The Christian Family

I honestly don't exactly know what to call this thing or statement that Church folks use on themselves, welcoming themselves into a new month or a new year. This thing that Church folks do use to baffle me.

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There are a few things that Church folks do that baffle me and this happens to be one of them. It has now become a norm for Churches to have years of things and months of things, every year and every month. Just in case you didn’t know, now you know.

Almost every Church must have a year of something and a month of something every year and every month.

For example, a church might have; The Year 2040: To be "The Year of Progress" and also, the month of let’s say February of that same year to be "The Month of Favour".

What always baffles me is seeing two fellow members of this same church, one saying to the other, welcome to the Month of Favour; in the case of the month or welcome to the Year of Progress; in the case of the year. I always use to ask the one saying the welcome if he or she entered the year or the month before the other person.

I understand if the President or the General Overseer of a particular congregation welcomes his or her members into a new month or a new year but for fellow members to say that to one another is something I find difficult to get my head around.

Welcome in this regard should mean a greeting of reception, given to someone who arrives or receiving somebody in a friendly way. When you walk with someone to a place that belongs to you solely or belongs to you more than it belongs to the person you walked with, you can tell the person is welcome.

Let's say, you walked with someone to your house, you have every right to turn to the person or just say to the person, welcome to my house because it’s your house and you are welcoming the person into your house but when you walked with someone to let’s say a wedding reception and you turn and say to the person you walked with, welcome to the wedding reception, it should sound absurd to you. I'm not saying it cannot be done, but it sounds absurd.

Likewise, it is absurd to say to a fellow member in any congregation, welcome to whichever year or month, because you weren’t in the year neither were you in the month before the person nor do you own the year or the month more than the person as the case may be.

This is what I think; It is only the General Overseer or the President of the congregation that has that reserved authority and power to welcome anyone into any Month or any Year. If for no better reason, then it would be because he entered into the month or year in his mind before any other person in that congregation. He is the only one that can welcome any other person into the month he has already seen or entered in his mind and when he has welcomed everyone in, no other person should tell another person, welcome into whichever month or year, not even any of his senior Pastors.

Others should just tell one another,

Congratulations or thank God, we are in the month of … or in the year of …. Or,
Congratulations, we’ve entered into the month of … or the year of …. Or
Congratulation, we’ve been ushered into the month of … or the year of ….

But saying welcome to one another sounds absurd to me. Well, it’s my opinion and I’m not even saying I’m right. What do I know? English is not even my language; I’m just trying to borrow the language.

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