Greetings all, here is your e-votional for the week…
“Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”-1 Corinthians 13: 4-7
In Sarah Bessey’s book “Out of Sorts” she has a lovely passage about why she goes to church and I wanted to share portions of that with you, so here are some of Sarah’s words…
“So why do I go to church? Because we walk in and Pat hugs me while she hands a bulletin to my son, Joe. Because after a week of Facebook and school pick-up and drop-off lines, a week of writing and laundry, a week of working and to-do lists, I hear my name called out in the lobby and, for that moment, someone sees me. Because we laugh with one friend, ask how another one’s health is doing, figure out who needs a meal this week. We exchange quick hugs as placeholders for the conversation that might unfold this week or next, maybe next month…
Because that couple over there just got married and that other one has been married for forty years. Because that man wearing total dad-khakis has his arm around his teenage son, anf because that lady took my exhausted friend’s little baby right out of her arms and said, ‘Go on, you go on and sing or sit down. I’ll look after her for a little while.’ And I saw my friend’s eyes well up with thankful tears. Because this guys is in recovery and that guys is his sponsor.
Because I love to sing, and where else do we get to sing communally anymore? Because I love happy-clappy choruses and sober hymns, because ‘I love you, Lord’ sounds so beautiful in my own mouth. Because I love worship with my people, and these are my people.
Because even though the phrase ‘going to church’ kind of bugs me (we don’t go, we are), and even though it’s messy and imperfect, even though I’ve let them down and they have let me down, even though there are disappointments, even though I don’t agree with everybody and they probably think I’m crazy sometimes too, even though I don’t think we need an official sanctioned Sunday morning thing to be part of the Body of Christ, I keep choosing this small family out of hope and joy.
Because I want my children to grow up with the imperfect community of God like I did.
Because I know Jesus better when I hear about Him from other people who follow Him too. Because I almost always encounter the Holy Spirit in a profound, sideways sort of way when we’re gathered together in His name.
Because some of my greatest wounds have come from church, and so my greatest healing has happened here too.”
That’s some of what Sarah wrote. So, why do you go to church?