This morning marked my first church visit in almost a month. I’ve missed the past three Sunday mornings for various reasons – pretty good reasons, actually. But in spite of those valid excuses, I’ve been struggling with a reluctance to attend church. My experience with the last church I regularly attended left me bitter and scared. I felt like I had allowed myself to be vulnerable and was only burned by the experience. I didn’t want to try again.
But I’ve lived long enough to know that what I want and what I need don’t always line up. I need the fellowship that the body of Christ provides. Though I read and study the Bible in my own time, I need the biblical teaching as well. Often, I need the call to worship – I forget how important it is to focus my attention on Jesus alone.
It was nice to sing along with a bunch of strangers in Sunday school this morning, and to appreciate the choir in the worship service. The sermon wasn’t the hardest hitting teaching I’ve been exposed to, but the pastor’s words encouraged me to be thankful for my blessings. During both the Sunday school lesson and the sermon, I found myself flipping through my prematurely worn-out Bible, searching for relevant scriptures.
Yeah, it’s a good day. 🙂