We Missed Church Sunday


Norma Jean and I missed church Sunday.

The winter storm Titan came across KCMO Saturday and Sunday with sleet and snow, making travel hazardous, and forcing many churches to cancel services.  Including our Church Family at Hickman Mills.

The whole day was really weird for me.  Being home all day. Missing worship. Not preaching. Norma Jean and I really missed assembling with the saints.   What did we miss?

(1) We missed the Communion service.  Sure we could reflect at home about Jesus’ sacrifice which we did.  We listened a lesson on the internet about what happened on the day Christ was crucified.  What he did.  And why He did it. But it was not the same as assembling. Taking the supper. Together. With our brethren.

(2) We missed the congregational singing.   We listened to spiritual songs on a Florida college CD.  But it wasn’t the same as being there with fellow Christians “speaking to one another in psalms, hymns and spiritual songs.” Of “teaching and admonishing one another.” Of proclaiming God’s name in the presence of the congregation.  There is something special about joining voices together in praise to God.

(3) We missed being led in prayer by other brethren.  Sure we prayed at home. But I like being a part of that mutual time to communicate before God’s throne. Of being lead by another in fervent prayer.  Of collective petition and supplication.

(4) We missed the time spent together in sharing God’s Word. I thought of the lesson that I had planned. Of the missed opportunity. I was reminded of the blessing and privilege of ministering  the Word that was denied to me Sunday. Of the mutual sharing in our Bible class.  Norma Jean and I read the Sermon on the Mount.  It was profitable.  But not like the mutual edification that comes from being with other brethren.

(5) We missed that special feeling of being in the presence of the Lord on His special day. I know He was with us during our private devotion. I know He heard our prayers. I know He received our praise . But there is a unique sense in which we “come into His house” on Sunday. We missed that.

(6) We missed the fellowship of our Hickman Mills church Family.  We missed the handshakes and the hugs. We missed the encouragement and edification of being together. No doubt that’s one reason we’re commanded to assemble. (Heb. 10:24-25). We do stimulate one another to love and good works.

As the day went on, I wondered what do people feel who frequently miss services? Does the day seem less when you miss? Does it seem unnatural? Do you feel a certain emptiness? Do you realize how much you need the fellowship and encouragement of your brethren?

I pray that those who miss worship frequently will think about what they’re missing. If you don’t have a church home, find a place to faithfully, scripturally and regularly worship God with other Christians. When you do, you will discover that something valuable has been missing in your life!

—Ken Weliever, The Preacherman

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