I Miss Church

Friday night, after dad got me ready for bed, I laid awake with thoughts going through my head. We had hoped to have nights covered this weekend, but it didn't happen. My night nurse will hopefully get released to work soon, but it hasn't happened yet.

Before dad came at 1:30, and while laying flat, I read several pages in Foxes Book of Martyrs. I'm currently reading about the inquisitions of the Roman Catholic church around 1650. Many Christians refused to disobey God by bowing to statues, praying to saints, and other unbiblical requirements. As a result, they were killed in a multitude of torturous ways, but they would not give in.

Being with other Christians can make for encouragement during hard times as well as assurance of faith. I've seen several reports of church attendance being increased since Charlie Kirk's assassination last month. It shows people are curious about his faith, turning to Christ, and looking to learn from churches.

It has been since August since I last attended my home church in person. I preached a few weeks earlier about the importance of fellowship and especially joining with those who can't get out easily. Unfortunately, I've had very little communication from anyone in my congregation during this time. I very thankful for weekly emails between another member and I, but she has mainly been all.

I look forward to being able to sit in the church building and participate in worship again. Not many people talk with me, nor I with others, but it's at least comforting seeing friends in person. As my head meandered through thoughts, I remembered our previous church facility. Waiting for the elevator, it was a great opportunity to fellowship with everyone around and typically see the same faces each week. 

The elevator was primarily used by those with advanced age, so it sometimes was fun to hear their thoughts on different topics. Many of those from the elevator corner have either passed from this life or are no longer able to get out. 

Our new facility is flat and doesn't need an elevator. It's very nice for accessibility, but takes away the gathering spot I was enjoyed.

Hopefully in another week, or two, my family will be able to have full night coverage and can return to in-person Sunday morning worship. Such is part of the quad life, but it makes me thankful for all my remaining caregivers as well.