Why Sunday Matters

I haven’t  been to church in a while. I don’t fret over it because that would not make circumstances any more amicable to getting there. We have 3 Sunday morning worship services and no evening service. During these three services Bible study groups (community groups) are meeting simultaneously. So you have various ways to do it. You can just do one or you could do worship first and study second or vice versa. There is also a community group that meets after worship to discuss the sermon together.

My problem is that the last meeting time is 11:30 a.m.  So as that groups lets out, I am just starting to contemplate a  shower. My body does not respond to mornings even with medications, coffee, and lately Mountain Dew.

It only works for me about once in a blue moon although I have forgotten how long that actually is. I may not make it even that often.  I certainly don’t make it once in a fortnight.  A fortnight is two weeks. I do remember that one.

So when I read this blog by Abigail at Home and Stay  it resonated with me.  Jump on over to check out her blog. With Abigail’s permission here is part of her post.

Why Sunday Matters


I’m home again this Sunday. More sickness. Which means I’m writing down everything on my mind. Forgive the disparate nature of it all.

I’ve been trying to get to the nub of why missing church hurts so badly. Is it because I don’t get to hear the sermon? Or the Sunday school teaching? Well, yes. But no, because I can listen to those later in the week when the recordings become available. Is it because I feel cooped up and want to see people and have some social time? Well, yes. But no, because I get to see people and get out other days of the week.

What I miss most is hearing, receiving, and singing together. When we hear the Word preached together, it’s different than me downloading some killer sermon to listen to by myself. When we sing songs together, it’s different than when I find the latest or best hymn album to listen to in my kitchen. It’s valuable to do those things at home, but it’s not the same as being with God’s people on Sunday.pablo (5)

When we gather as God’s people and sing a song to the Lord and about the Lord from our heart, with other Christians singing the same song, and the same words, from their hearts, we are being united. Every Sunday morning God is answering Jesus’ prayer that we would be one as he and the Father are one. When we submit ourselves fully to the faithfully preached Word of God we are being made one as shoulder to shoulder our brothers and sisters put themselves under that same Word. That’s what I miss so much.

Fear the Worst

I have a snake in my flower garden next to my front door.

A harmless slender garter snake. I keep a look out for that snake. It terrifies me. My husband tells me that it’s harmless. Yet, all my life I have had a strong irrational fear of all snakes.  In fact, I am afraid of pictures of snakes. I even have a fear that my hand will accidentally touch a picture of one.  You should have seen me checking the internet to identify the type of serpent I had. Irrational.

It’s February. I think it should be hibernating but ,no, it came out of hibernation early to torment me and interfere with my enjoyment of the daffodils.

I also have a tremendous rational fear of sin and its consequences and irrational fears can be stronger than rational ones.  It’s easy to let my fear of sin slip. Sin can become attractive and comfortable. Since that is an ungodly thing to let happen I pretend it hasn’t while I scream  at the sight of a snake. I don’t understand that but at times I have let my guard drop on my otherwise tremendous rational fear of sin. Has that ever happened to you?

I sometimes become so fearful that I imagine that if I open the front door the snake will slither into the condo without me being able to stop it. I imagine it getting under the bed and we have to move into a hotel. It’s an awful fear.

Why don’t I see sin trying to get in the door, invading my home?  Why am i not always vigilant of its presence? Why am I not careful to walk around sinful places  and thoughts. Why am I not so fearful of sin that I refuse to look at pictures of it? Why does modern entertainment not terrify me?  It is much more dangerous to my relationship with God than a garter snake.

Allowing my mind to be filled with moving into a hotel because of an imaginary creature under my bed is not taking every thought captive to Christ. It is having a fearful mind.

2 Corinthians  10:5  . . .  and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.

Maybe your irrational fear is not about snakes.  Maybe you are more afraid of ghosts than snakes. It doesn’t matter what it is. The problem lies with allowing the irrational fear to outweigh the real fears of life.

Do you allow your  mind to get preoccupied with another person that you know is wrong for you? Someone who is not devoted to God. This is something that should scare you. Being too involved with non Christian music should be a rational fear as it can lead you away from God.

I know it isn’t easy. I am still scared of that little snake. But there are worse things that can occupy my mind and enter my home.