Talking about that peaceful feeling I (and others) have when at church, I had to share an analogy I thought of today. For me, whether the church is full of people or empty, I feel like I have “come home”. No, it’s not about the building. It is partly about what it means to me, but it doesn’t matter if it’s my church now, my churches in the past or someone else’s church.
Today, I admit to feeling a little low after a two day sickness. That means I was a little more emotional than usual. I found tears falling down my face during the music of worship service. Each chorus or hymn we sang struck a chord, usually through a phrase. “I am a friend of God” is a WOW at any time, but others also pulled me to my Savior in a mutual love-fest today.
I LOVE THAT! I NEED THAT! That’s one reason I would hate missing Sunday mornings. That is a time to reconnect with others and experience that corporate worship that involves fellowship, musical worship, and learning about God, His Word and His ways. And no, it’s not all about the emotions. It’s about the relationship and the adoration I have for someone who gave His all out of love for me.
As I was in the midst of worship today, God brought a memory to mind:
When my grandson was about 2 (a couple years ago), my family attended a funeral. We had arrived before the grandson and were seated at the back. My grandson comes in, sees me, smiles a huge smile, runs to grandma, climbs in my lap, throws his arms around me, lays his head down on my chest and gives the biggest deepest sigh, straight from his heart (and heard by all around).
That’s what it’s like when you come to Jesus.