I Didn’t Want to Leave Church on Sunday

Not my church, but pretty, isn't it? Photo courtesy: http://www.weec2011.org/

Not my church, but pretty, isn’t it? Photo courtesy: http://www.weec2011.org/

I especially didn’t want worship to end. As is often true for believers, sometimes the hardest weeks end in the most intimate worship.  It is something inexplicable to those who don’t know Christ. Praising an invisible God despite disturbing news and years of seemingly unanswered prayers. Those kinds of hard weeks…where you are surrounded by a few very heavy circumstances.

Most recently, I’ve been near hurting people who are dealing with deeply life-altering situations. Although it’s not happening to me personally, I feel the sting of shock, injustice, fear and overwhelming sadness alongside them. The emotional pain is devastating. The questions are endless. The heartache is crushing. My faith has felt terribly insufficient.

Then, worship began.

A mighty fortress is our God… (He gives me security after this world shakes me to the core)
A sacred refuge is your name
… (He provides shelter from the worldly concerns)
We will keep our eyes on You
… (If I keep looking at the world, the sadness will overwhelm me)

During worship, God gently reminded me (once again) that I’m not on the throne, no matter how often I forget that truth. He alone saves. I can comfort and answer questions, but I’m not Jesus! I am the servant, He alone gives peace.

A few months ago on a Sunday morning, my son asked, “Mom, why is church so important to you?” I think he was particularly tired that morning and wishing I’d agree to stay home! I was unprepared for the question-perhaps because I too was exhausted that particular day. I offered some lame answer while corralling three teenagers into the car, but the question stayed with me.

This past Sunday, I formulated a less-lame response to his question. Church is not a social gathering for me. Sure, it provides fellowship, but more intimate relationships are experienced in small groups. Church service is restorative. After six days in the world, I need a reprieve from the depravity, the images, the diseases, disappointments, and this Babylonian culture. Does anyone else feel the same?

A Mighty Fortress Video with Lyrics (youtube video)

10 thoughts on “I Didn’t Want to Leave Church on Sunday

  1. I like your mention at the end of the post about “Babylonian culture” because it is certainly all around us. Dragging me down lately is the pervasive hopelessness of those around me – so much suffering, injustice, etc and not much understood about the God of hope and restoration! I love the way you write, btw!


    • Yes, there is so much suffering and if we don’t keep our eyes on Him, it all becomes overwhelming. I pray that those around you will begin to recognize how He can restore and offer hope. Thank you for reading and for your kind comment about my writing. I appreciate it! 🙂


  2. I love that you actually sat down and thought this through! You uncovered the truth that we need to worship God. It’s part of how He restores our souls (Ps 23) reminding us who He is and what He’s like. That’s why I enjoy hymns, they’re full of HIM. God knows that we’d sometimes like to skip it all. Hebrews 10:22-25 encourages us to resist isolating ourselves, especially as we see that ‘day’ approaching. I’m sure you’re a blessing to the other believers in your church—and those teens who want to sleep in:)


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