I am going to say something shocking. If you are a Church goer you might tutt, or feel sorry for me or you might agree.
I hate going to Church. There I said it.
I haven’t always felt like that. I look back at times when I couldn’t wait to get there. To hear what God had been doing in people’s lives. Enjoying learning something new and singing songs to worship the God I adore.
So what has changed. Not my belief, that has grown in spades and I am absolutely assured that Jesus rose from the dead and that He was tortured and executed on my behalf so that I know where I am going when I die, to live eternally with him.
That is the most awesome, fantastic thing in the Universe. I’m going to one day leave this world and be forever with the one person who loves me unconditionally.
In the meantime I’m told not to give up meeting with like-minded folk, and to tell others about Jesus, well if you knew you were on the path to heaven and you could see your friends, relatives and neighbours setting off down another path, would you keep it to yourself? No.
I’m told that “the sabbath” is God’s day when we spend time with Him. So I go and sit in a pew, and like a Mr Bean sketch, I hear a lot being said from the front which I have a tendency to switch off from most days. I try to join in the prayers and I get chatting away to God and find that everyone has finished and gone on to something else before I’m ready. There are a few Hymns interspersed with the rhetoric, some I know, some I don’t, but played at half speed and if all are in a minor key, I can feel quite depressed about it all.
I wonder if God looks down at it all and says “Is that all you can manage ,after all I have done for you?”. Now I know not all Churches are like this, I have been to some very good ones where people of all shapes and sizes from drug addicts to Judges are welcomed and have a great time together; but with no public transport on a Sunday and living out in the sticks, there isn’t a lot of choice.I did get the chance to go to something at the other extreme last week, but it scared me silly and I come from a “charismatic” background.
So if I don’t want to go, I have every sympathy with you if you don’t want to either. But don’t miss out on what Jesus has done for you ,just because some of His followers misrepresent Him.