Skipping church

Sometimes I wonder if going to church matters.

I walked into the bar this morning and this was the first thing I heard...

"Seriously preach, don't go canceling church again. We need that s*** man."

I had a wedding. A few people had a trip to the beach. We decided to just take a week off and recover/travel. Guess not everyone got the memo or agreed with the vote.

I walked in on a cranky group of people this morning. Short tempers and quick fuses. Cigarette smoke was extra thick and cuss words were flying. All I could do was laugh. Then someone else started laughing. Then we all laughed and someone said they missed Jesus.

We missed church. We missed communion. We missed being together. Maybe we were cranky because we didn't get some church last week.

That's never been the case for me in churches. I know a lot of people who secretly like when church is cancelled...they feel less guilty about not being there or not wanting to go. Church has become another obligation. Another thing they owe God.

After we laughed, we went back to yelling, cussing, and smoking. I didn't say we were perfect.

But I'm glad they value the space...