My kids love church. They often remind me that I do, too. But why doesn't everyone love this place as much as we do? It all depends on what you expect to find...
I look back to, hmmm... this morning. My car would not start and it's 10 minutes until church starts. Everyone I know is already in their designated pew at church. So my children and I sit in the driveway for a minute contemplating our next move. Do we give up, unload, and go back to bed? Throw heavy things at the car to release anger? Maybe just cry in frustration for a bit...
But no, my kids suggested we walk to church. Mind you, we live about 3 miles away and the sidewalk follows some very busy streets. I was not sure if 5 kids were going to make it in their church clothes. We decided trying to get there was more interesting than just sitting around at home. So we took off for the streets.
Sure enough, almost an hour later, we made it! My kids were so excited that we actually could finish the service with the rest of the church. I, on the other hand, was completely disheartened. We walked in (yes, an hour late) and received the expected surprised & dirty looks. We were asked not to participate in a section of the service because we had missed the first part. The kids we're understandably antsy after an hour of fresh air, and not quiet. I was growing concerned about how we are going to get home, now that we were stranded without car seats. At this point the only thing I could think was, " Why are we here?"
A little later, I went to the front of the church to receive Christ's body and blood. My kids received a blessing that told them they were baptized children and loved by God. We were forgiven our sins and I was reminded why I was here.
Sometimes I expect to find an easy road, happy friends, and no cares or worries at church. But that is not what is there for me. Actually, it's only Christ. He makes all things new. My kids find their comfort here and remind me how simple it is to love this place.
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