Going to church has always been a part of my week.  It’s a time to refresh from the burdens of the past week and to look forward to the next one with hope and regeneration.   Te church we attend is small in comparison to our last one, but the love of God fills its walls, just like our old one did.

We greet each other each Sunday with concern about health issues.  We hear about treatments being done, loss of loved ones, hurting hearts, but we also see smiling faces of reassurance and thoughts of hope for an end to suffering some day.  We pray for our family and friends.  We pray for our government.  We depend on God to direct our path.

Little children with inquiring, hungry minds sit at the altar to hear God’s message to them.  We share the Sacrament of the Lord’s supper.  We sing hymns of praise and thanksgiving and hear God’s Word preached in truth and purity.

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.  Try it.  You’ll like it!