It’s Sunday morning. Everyone takes their seat, waiting for something to happen. The music starts. We all sing. Then we sit down. Someone announces something. We stand, we sing, we sit, we listen, we leave. Didn’t we forget something?
Why does the Church meet? Why does the average professing Christian go to the Sunday meeting?
As I look out over the gathered faithful I wonder about these things:
Where’s the joy of the lost sinner snatched from death’s clutches?
Where’s the fellowship of the people of God, who have been rescued from the domain of darkness and brought into the Kingdom of the Son?
Where’s the hunger for the Word of God because bread just won’t cut it?
So many thoughts fly around these questions. God willing, we’ll climb into these and have truth shake us from our sleep-walking.