IT’S JUST NOT THE SAME

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.

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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8 Responses to IT’S JUST NOT THE SAME

  1. hatrack4 says:

    I fired off countless e-mails to get permission to get rid of the mask and wear a face shield instead – only when seated at a safe distance. The class liked it, but one of the hard of hearing still had troubles.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I know the hard of hearing issue is real too. When people mumble to begin with, there’s no hope of comprehending what they’re saying.

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  2. I gave up the NFL this year— I don’t like football melding with politics— and I so disagree with their kneeling and defiant raised fists and support of a Marxist organization— I’m hanging on to college— but it is definitely NOT the same nor is my enthusiasm— but the falcons have lost all of their games so I’m not missing my NFL

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  3. Better times will be ahead of us Kathy. This thought drives me forward most days along with a desire to return to my treasured Montana to see family. My wife and I continue to worship online. In the NFL, somehow the Browns have more wins than losses in a season (2-1) for the first time in over five years.

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