Last week, I took a road trip.  I don’t exactly know how we arrived there, but the topic of church came up, and how I’ve been getting some pressure to get myself to a church.  My friend asked me a sincere question:  What happens in church that is so special?

This question bothered me.

Why?  Because I couldn’t answer it.

For the life of me, I couldn’t come up with one reason that I miss going to church every Sunday.  I couldn’t come up with one reason that he should want to go to church.

I have a better relationship with Christ outside of the church than I did inside.  I have deeper friendships outside of the church than I did inside.  My life is more balanced outside the church than it was inside.  I have more joy outside of the church than I did inside.

On Saturday I saw a colleague.  After we caught up on life, he looked at me and said, “You finally have everything that you wanted.”  I smiled, and realized that he’s right.

I am in love.  I have a great life.  Sure, there are bumps in the road.  Daily.  But I am enjoying my life.

What is there to miss about church?  I truly welcome dialogue on the subject.