During last night’s discussion in the book and Bible study
of Speaking of Jesus some one remarked that almost everyone in the room
had taken a break from church at some point in their life and come back. A break measured in years, and decades. Call me odd (Suzanne does) but the kind of break
I took from church, was a few month.
Later that night I got to thinking about a Catholic friend
of mine, Mark Hinkl who never missed a Sunday in worship. This came up because he was on his honeymoon,
and they went to church, not only the next morning but a week later when they
were still honeymooning.
“Really?!” I asked.
“Never missed a Sunday.”
“On Vacations?”
“Always Went.”
“On travel?,” we both worked at a research lab and travel
was a part of the job.
“Took time for it.”
“Sick?”
“Went on Saturday night.”
Though I’ve lost touch with Mark, I have not forgotten that
conversation, and it has challenged me to made attending worship a priority. I mean its not that difficult when you are a pastor and work in the church, but
even when we’re traveling and nobody is watching. I like to go to worship, even if I’m alone
because the rest of the family wants to sleep in, I go to worship, and in
those moments maybe experience something different or disconnect from this
world to connect with the next. I like to go to worship, its taking a break to worship instead of from it.
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