Today, before church, I spoke with a woman whose husband will undergo chemotherapy … again. I listened as a man told of his wife’s recent surgery and the difficulties she encountered in her recovery. During the service we prayed for a family that just lost a loved one. Little children with inquiring, hungry little minds sat at the altar to hear God’s message to them. We shared the Sacrament of the Lord’s supper. We sang hymns of praise and thanksgiving, heard God’s Word preached in truth and purity. We joined in prayer for our country, for our leaders, our families and our own personal needs.
The joy of attending church each Sunday comes from so many things. It can be the comforting words from the pulpit or the compassion for a friend in need. It can be a firm handshake or hug from someone you haven’t seen for a while. It can be a time of reflection, repentance and forgiveness. Most of all, it’s time well spent, with the King of Creation.
God’s home is open to all who seek sanctuary in His loving arms.
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