It is Sunday morning. Early. I’ve been up since 5:00 AM. In many ways, the morning has already been typical for a Sunday. At the kitchen table, I read through my notes for the message this morning. Two cups of coffee later, I feel good about what I intend to say–though always, just a little uneasy. Most early Sunday mornings are like this, a time of review, prayer, thinking, and making some last minute adjustments.
I feel good about all of this–sort of. Sort of? Yes. There is only so much that a human being can do in an assembly. Oh I know. I want to be prepared, have something worthwhile to say, etc. Yet, I also know that something must take place much larger than anything I am able to put together.
Who will be in this assembly? I can’t give you a list, but I can tell you what might be typical:
- Someone who is struggling with depression. His wife has been urging him to get help. He won’t do it–yet.
- A married person who is preoccupied with someone of the opposite sex other than his wife or husband.
- A person who feels an aching sense of loneliness. Married or single, loneliness has no preference.
- Someone who is preoccupied with his career, success at work, and what he will be dealing with Monday morning.
- A college student, away from home, who feels stressed over the amount of work she has due the next week.
That is just a start. I give many more examples. For something to happen in such an assembly that will really make a difference, it will take an act of God. That is exactly what I am praying for.
I still enjoy doing this. It’s not the public thing. It’s not about the attention that comes with this. No, I honestly enjoy this because I believe it matters. I believe God is at work in these assemblies.
On Sunday mornings, I am like any other believer. I bring my hopes, my sins, my insecurities, and the things that way on me before the Lord. I do this not in the privacy of my home (there is a place for that). Rather, I come to our assembly needing to be with other believers who are doing the same thing.
All of this still matters.