I’m going to confess something here that got me through several services when my girls were little. Strategic sitting was a biggie, but even with that, the youngest (the CEO and Pinky’s mom) still often took my full attention . . . until I made the discovery of a lifetime. One Sunday when my youngest was two, she wore her first pair of big-girl, flesh-colored pantyhose. Back then, you could get these stockings in a size two. The weekly game of ‘entertain myself without bringing down Mom’s wrath’ had begun. I watched out of the corner of my eye like a lion tamer, waiting for my young cub to roar and break free. After a minute or two of quiet stillness and total concentration on her legs, I couldn’t take it and had to see what was holding my daughter’s attention. She had found a tiny pick in her stockings and was working diligently and stealthily to make the pin size hole bigger without getting caught in the act. By the end of the service, the baby angel’s entire left calf was out of the hole she had quietly picked in that pair of $1.89 pantyhose. Y’all, that was the quietest, least stressful Sunday morning service I had been through in two years. Judge, if you will, but I thought the cost of a pair of stocking was a small price to pay for Sunday peace. Baby angel didn’t wear pantyhose every Sunday, but when she did, I knew I was in for a pleasant morning. What is my point in this story? Well, you could draw many, I guess, but for me a couple of things are clear. Church is too important to let anything or anyone stop you from attending. Even your own sweet babies. In John 2:17, after Jesus took a whip and cleaned out the money changers from the temple, the disciples recalled that zeal for the God’s house consumed Jesus. It consumed Him so much that Jesus kept going back, even when he found the service lacking. Even when He found a demon sitting in the service with everyone else (Luke 4:31-44), even when he was rejected (Matthew 13:53-57). He kept going back and teaching the truth of God to the ones there. Jesus loved the church and as His children, we should, too. I will not let another person come between me and my time of gathering and worshipping my Savior. My second point is that I can’t expect to get everything I need to grow as a Christian from one Sunday a week, especially like those distracting Sundays from days gone by. If those Sunday mornings had been all the time I had to commune with God, then I would have starved spiritually. I was having to multitask just to be on the pew. But guess what? I have a Bible. I have a Father who promises to listen when I pray. I have six other days that I can read about the Savior and come before Him in prayer. Sunday worship is like the cream cheese frosting on the red velvet cake. They go together. So Monday through Saturday I worship on my own, and Sunday I’m gonna be at church to worship with all the other believers. How about you?
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