I believe that. It’s part of my faith. It’s part of my experience.
Yet this morning I've found
myself with guilty thoughts. I didn’t go
to church.
Going to bed last night, my
prayer included a brief plea that God get me out to church in the morning. I knew I would need His help. It was well past 2 a.m. and my mind and body
were exhausted.
I slept well. He got me ‘up and on my way’. I felt good!
Off I went, downstairs for coffee to sip as I dressed. Having decided it would be best to take the car out of the garage and park in the front of the driveway, for a speedier get-a-way when I was ready to keep on my way, I retrieved my keys and headed to the back door.
A clap of thunder rolled out
of the northwestern sky.
Although the morning was gray
with an extremely solid promise of rain, the thunder surprised me. Still my footsteps kept going to the
door. Then, I stopped walking.
“It’s going to be stormy. Leave the car in the garage. Stay home,” I thought.
Arguing with myself, I
reminded me I had asked God to get me to church in the morning. I was able.
I should go. I wanted to go. Then I had the audacity to question,
“why?” I surely enjoy and find strength in the music
and the message of our church services.
But this morning raw honesty forced me to admit I wanted to be in the
pew today to evidence my faithfulness
to my fellow parishioners. (It’s the
last Summer Sunday Service and I have been absent a bit this summer.) I’m thinking, perhaps because of my shallow
reasoning, God directed my steps to stay home; worship Him in other ways today. That I
am doing.
I still feel guilty.
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Interestingly one of the Sunday RECORD's front-page headlines refers to the gun control issue.
My prayer is for effective
compromise revamping gun control laws to keep guns away from those who may
inflict mayhem on persons and/or the unsuspecting public. I believe there is power in prayer. I pray you will join me in my prayer.
I think, without a doubt, He
will answer.
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