To the editor:
I don’t know about you, but I miss church. It’s not that it is a time out of the week that I miss. It is the fellowship with like-minded people. People I have grown to love and depend on. You know them ... the one who always shakes your hand or gives you that giant bear hug! The one who tells you they miss seeing you – and truly mean what they say.
More than just friends ... they are family. They go to your kids’ plays, ball games and lift you up when you’re having a bad day. They are there for birthdays and anniversaries, showing up just to give you moral support, even if it is the 20th celebration of your 50th birthday. You love to hear them sing and can tell when it comes to that special time in the song where their one voice stands out in beautiful melody. They are the ones who are ready to pour you another cup of coffee, just to top you off before the lesson starts.
And of course, I miss the lesson that took the Pastor many hours of devotion to present to us in the 20 to 30 minutes we allow them. The fruit of the Word that sinks deep into our being, allowing us to pull it back up when the right situation arises. Words of life that mold and shape our daily character. Words that change people from selfish to selfless. Words that embody the true reality of how we are to be as examples to others. Words that develop character in even the worst of characters.
If you feel the same way I do, take a few minutes to call, text or write your church friends and tell them how much you miss seeing them. Make their day one to remember as well.