"Church"

As I sat in church this past Sunday, I have to admit I was uncomfortable. We meet in a shelter with low walls and the wind was blowing hard. It was COLD. I sat on the edge of the concrete bench, trying to touch as little of it as possible, shivering. I tried to keep my mouth closed because my teeth already felt caked with dirt. I tried to listen to my husband deliver a Sunday School lesson. I was uncomfortable. I started to think about all of the other churches meeting that morning. Some sat in America in plush pews but with broken hearts...others probably gathered under a tree in Uganda, with their bellies empty and no shetler over their head as they sang praises to God. And then there were those who probably didn't carry a Bible to church. Intead, they dress in "normal" clothes and pretend to attend a party at their friends' house. These believers gather and cringe when they hear footsteps outside, wondering if this will be the day their illegal church is discovered. God softly spoke to my heart. Actually, God softfly rebuked my heart! I realized then what a privilege it is to gather together all over the world on Sunday mornings with believers and to be a part of Christ's church. Even with dirty teeth. ;)