eklesia

Tomorrow's Sunday. My whole life, at least as far back as I remember it, had been geared with Sunday as the day to work toward and look forward to. I have always loved Sundays. I love the feeling when I get out of bed in the morning. It just feels different. The coffee always tastes better on Sunday mornings. I have always looked forward to seeing all of the people (though at some point I was told that's not the thing we should be going to church for...absurd) I love and minister with and to as we arrive at the building where we meet to worship. It has always been what I do.

I love the fact that it is the first day of the week and yet it has been set aside since the resurrection of my Jesus for God. I love that even those who refuse to acknowledge God still set it aside.

The preaching (this is what I was told is the most important thing) is high on my list of things to look forward to on Sunday. A short or long, sometimes interesting, sometimes relevant message of truth from the Bible that always makes me think. It's so good to hear truth.

Oh, and music, I wasn't about to forget that. I love to hear all of the people's voices filling up the room with cries of joy or pain but always to their God in song. It is just beautiful, even if some of the people are a bit off key. I love praise songs, I like old hymns, I like the songs you never expected to hear at church, but seem to be oh so poignant on a Sunday morning.

Sundays are a bit different for me right now. I have no space in them of public ministry as I have had for the last 16 years. Some of it is nice. It's great to observe and to be anonymous. It's great to not have to be anyone for anyone but my family. I don't know when or what it will look like when God moves me back into that space, but for now I can rest in the knowing that He is faithful during this strange time. I miss it, though. I still love Sundays...there's just something missing a bit in them for me right now.