Making My Sunday

 

"Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!"

Psalm 95:2

 

 

    I went outside of my home to go to church last Sunday. Although the service was enlightening and I was glad for the fact that I had actually gotten out to go worship, still I don't go to church every Sunday these days. My love for God and all He has done, (and continues to do), for me has not diminished in the least, however; I come from an era when the most anticipated part of church service was not the performance of the choir or the music which, nowadays transitions between jazz and funk and sometimes a hook from a popular rapper.  It wasn't the middle-aged praise dancers twirling about barefoot in their nearly see-through chiffon gowns that motivated my attendance. In fact I am bold enough to say I believe many a brother, (or sister), losses sight of everything else that comes after witnessing the physically exerting undulations of these spiritual sirens.  (Help, Lord. Some of us in here are trying to live holy). 

 

  Even the time of offering was simple back in the day. Those who were going to give of their tithes and offering willingly will do so without the extra 20 minute coaxing from the pulpit or the deacons for that "twenty-five more dollars" please.  I've always believed that if God ordained a church, its continued existence was not based on offerings raised from Sunday School, Bible Study, choir rehearsal, building funds, YPWW, bake sales, chicken dinners, yard sales, evening service or business meetings.  I wonder if the churches that are guilty of taxing their members in such a way are even aware that such an act significantly dampens the Spirit of worship and giving among its members? But that's just my opinion.

 

No it's not!

 

  I have worshipped in a church in which we only collected tithes and offering at Sunday morning service, (without any additional coaxing), and everything the church ever needed was provided through these means and benevolent givings from members within and strangers outside of the church.

 

  (But I lose my place in my conversation). What I look forward to first and foremost in service is the preached Word of God. Sadly, we are immersed in so many distractions prior to the message that the intended impact is sometimes lost in the surrounding spiritual melee. We must allow God to come in when He wants to; needs to, and not according to our "order of service".    Can I get an Amen, somebody?

 

  I made my Sunday today by tuning my television into a very inspirational message, followed by a sweet barrage of Gospel music from the spiritual channel as I barbecued a great rack of ribs for today's dinner.

 

  I cannot advocate for anyone what is needed for me day in and day out. But I have learned that I must sometimes make my Sunday.

 

 Be blessed.

 Dennis