Here it is a Sunday afternoon and it’s time for some football. The Vikings game is over and a loss of one point is being moaned over in the locker room and living rooms across Minnesota. I find it interesting that I was required to sit in our car for a church service, because I don’t feel comfortable going inside the church with a mask. You see, I have respiratory issues, I can’t breathe while wearing a mask and I have a cough that sounds like the plague so I don’t want to scare anyone. Still I want to attend church and this is the only way to do so for me right now.
As I watched the football game and groaned along with my husband and the rest of the citizens of Minnesota, I had to laugh at the sound effects emanating from the stands filled with cardboard cutouts of people in football jerseys. Somehow it just isn’t the same. The cheering seemed to come at insignificant times and the paper faces couldn’t take the place of the real thing. It made me wonder what if we were to set up cardboard people in our churches and play recorded hymns so we didn’t have to sing and spread COVID19. Maybe it would give the preacher a sense of security to have a flock in the Lord’s house, but nothing can take the place of being there.
Actually today there were people within the walls of our church. They were required to wear masks and be socially distanced. Every time anyone enters the church for a meeting or gathering, the place has to be cleaned to perfection and highest standards. Our church has a population of mostly at risk members so many of these tasks are being done by those who are most likely to die from the dreaded virus.
My husband joined me in the car. There were a few others in attendance that stayed outside as well. It’s not the same as being inside. It’s not the time of fellowship and lifting one another up that we used to experience. Still it is what we need right now and we know that it won’t last forever.
So as marching bands cover their instruments in cloth bags and toot on their flutes through masks with a hole in them – as homecoming events are scrubbed for another year – as mail in ballots are arriving in inflated numbers -as fear continues to rule our actions, let’s try to remember this. We are still able to worship. We have the right to do so as we believe. We are not yet being persecuted for our religion and this will be over soon. It doesn’t matter where we worship, but how we do. When our hearts are tuned into God’s Word, His Holy Spirit will enter our hearts and minds.