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.