I’m mortified and jealous at the same time; our church is opening its doors today.
I’m mortified because I think it’s dangerous for people to gather in large numbers right now..especially indoors. I’m jealous because I want to be there so badly it hurts. (No, we’re not going) I love our church: the people, the music our pastor… Every Sunday my tank gets filled with hope and I am so blessed to be part of this vibrant, caring community of loving people.
In a world that seems untethered to anything of enduring value, going to church firmly resets my anchor and keeps me from drifting into darkness when storms hit.
And boy, what a storm this is.
A quick review of the week is proof that this is a moment of extreme drift. It seems as if we are in a state of almost euphoric self destruction propelled by ever more shocking levels unrestrained anger, violence and self righteousness. If we EVER needed to fall into the loving embrace of a faith community – it is now!