I went to church today. Well, sort of...
After two very intense weeks of work and just general busyness, Rebecca and I decided to skip off church this morning (oh my!) and just stay home to do our own devotional time. Well, this has been one of the most encouraging 'church days' in a long time.
I spent the first part of the morning reading through the book of Mark and praying. After that I wrote a letter to one of our sponsored children, then I put on my boots and headed out to shovel the driveway of our neighbour whose mother had passed away this week. I didn't know that they had arrived back home from the funeral last night, so they came outside and we ended up having a brief spiritual discussion about faith and religious traditions before finishing the driveway together. There was no falling down in sackcloth and ashes in repentance before God, but it was a conversation that hopefully will lead to other discussions (and in the end, it's God who takes care of that stuff anyway, not me).
I really believe that this morning is what being a follower of Jesus is all about. It's not just about sitting in the pew or hearing another sermon (although that has it's place), it is the being with God and being with my neighbour that ultimately matters.
So if you haven't skipped a church service for a while, give it a try. You might just discover you 'did church' after all.