It has been months since we entered our church’s sanctuary for worship. Probably it was even a few weeks before my hip surgery on May 1. We decided we would make the effort this morning even if there was a threatened road closure for a charity race.
But we had no problems taking our usual route. Jim dropped me off and went to park in the municipal parking lot several blocks away. We do miss a church parking lot! I sat in a pew towards the back being aware of my feeling of agoraphobia and hoping that after several months away from large groups of people it would not bother me. And it didn’t!
It was very good to be in church. It is a joy to sing with a congregation and choir—not just Jim and me looking at a computer screen. We confessed as a group. We prayed as a group. And this morning we communed with the world-wide Christian churches on World Communion Sunday.
Every Sunday I pray that our children and grandchildren are able to worship too. I know that some of them are participating in their churches. I rejoice that the youngest grandchild has been signed up for his own church choir and thus will begin the habit of being in church.
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