Sitting in church sounds really easy and simple, something I can do. But I’ve sat in numerous church services over the years and it has been difficult to sit still when my body has a mind of its own. When I was a kid my teeth used to grind or tongue would thrust out. Now when I sit in church I either have trouble breathing or my back arches.
It can be very distracting to others, in my opinion, so sometimes I just go watch the service on the screen in the foyer at my church. When I do this, I think to myself, “Why did I even come?” 🤔
Why even come when I have an excuse not to go to church at all? I’m so thankful I wasn’t raised with this mentality. My parents raised my three sisters and me in church. They wanted to include me in going to church and learning about Jesus. I enjoyed going to church as a kid and teenager. When I was a teenager, since my left hand had started to close up into a fist, I started the “hugging ministry” where I would go hug certain people during the greeting time. The hugging ministry still goes on today.
Now that I’m older it’s hard sometimes to make the choice to go to church. Like yesterday was Wednesday, and that morning I got my Botox shots, and I got to take a nap on the way back home. Do you ever get in mood where you just don’t want to type everything out to people? 🙋🏻♀️ I was in that mood last night when my dad asked me if I wanted to go to church. I decided to go because I wanted to see this missionary family I keep in touch with.
I sometimes get in a non-talkative mood and just go to church, sit in my spot and watch people go here and there talking to others. Sometimes I think, “If people really knew what it takes for me to actually come to church….” But people will never be in my situation and I’ll never be in their situation.
Do you know how many people start up a conversation with me? Only a handful of people who will take the time to wait while I type. I’m very thankful for that handful of people. They are a blessing. But I also I’m called to exhort and encourage others. That’s why I go to church—to first hear from the Lord but also to encourage others.
I understand being faithful to church can be mundane. But when we compare the churches in the Bible versus going to church now, we can see that we are spoiled brats. We still have freedom in America to go to church unafraid. I’m ashamed of myself when it comes Sunday morning and I’m cozy in my bed and I don’t want to get up. I know I’m not the only one who’s been there. It’s a choice that only you can make to be faithful to church.