This is no indictment on church, or our view of that weekly appointment, or anything in particular. Just wondering, 'How often do you want to tell everyone about church?'
I can't remember the last time I wanted to call a friend mid-service and say, "Wish you were here!" But yesterday's service was very good. So good, in fact, that I'd like to replay it every morning for a long, long time.
Dr. Larry Lindquist, a visiting professor, preached on Authenticity referencing 1 Thessalonians 2:1-10. He started by teasing us about our habit of telling white lies. We laughed quiet, introspective laughs under our breath as he hit close to home. And then he went full bore into the text and into the deep recesses of our hearts (if we let him).
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After church I finished reading, Finding Meaning in the Second Half of Life, subtitled, "How to finally, really grow up." It seemed esoteric to me, and more than any book I've read recently, it made me want to write my own text bearing the same title. Maybe the book wasn't so esoteric. Maybe I just decided that we don't need to find a higher meaning in the second half of life. Maybe each & every day should stand as a testament to who we are, and what we are, and why we are.
