After a few days of rest recovering from a minor surgery, I got a little sad Saturday night knowing I couldn’t make it to church Sunday. It may sound silly, but in the past ten years, I have only missed church a couple of times. It isn’t because I believe I have to. I genuinely love it. I wake up on Sundays with a cup of coffee, knowing it is a special day of worship and rest, unlike the other days where my to do list seems endless and my time seems short. There is something about corporate worship that is unlike our private time with Him. Seeing other believers, sitting next to familiar faces and friends, taking time to pray and sing together–I don’t know exactly what I love about it, maybe it’s the combination of all of it.
Today, I will listen to our church service online (and probably two others that I usually catch on the drive to and from church.) I will play my favorite music, and I will read His Word. But something will be lacking. My church is huge, but there are people there who I look for and hug each week. There is a little class I work in where I get to hold young children and tell them stories of Jesus as we sit in a circle. Then, there’s the live worship music that often sweeps me away to the very Feet of Jesus to thank Him, to worship Him, to tell Him how much I love Him, and to walk in freedom from the heavy burdens of sin. I love Sunday, and even though this Sunday is set aside for more rest than usual, I am reminded how blessed we are to be able to worship Christ Jesus in freedom and in community. Don’t take your church experience for granted. Bless Him wholly with your heart today!