There is something special about Sunday morning. Not just for me, but for all people of faith. Somehow we become more attentive to the presence of God. We may not wake up on Monday morning with a word of thanksgiving on our lips but on Sunday...things are different.
It is about a quarter to seven on Sunday morning as I write this. The musicians are gathering for a quick rehersal, hospitality folks will arrive soon, and before long people will start to arrive. They will come from north, south, east, and west. Some will come as a regular and faithful expression of life. Others will arrive with hearts that are broken or discouraged. Sometimes it is hard to tell the difference because we have a way of smiling, greeting friends, and covering our tracks on Sunday mornings.
Even though it seems to be the socially acceptable thing to do - let me invite you not to work so hard at covering your tracks. God already knows the joy and the difficulties you face every day. Why hide it from other people of faith who want to walk with you. Together we can experience the journey to wholeness. We seldom find fulfillment, healing, and wholeness alone. We find it together. We find it as the Body of Christ.
Through all of it's short comings and faults...the church is still the best answer to Sunday morning. It is also the best answer for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...you get the idea!
Together, we are always better!