Tonight a memory came to me that I haven’t thought of in a long time. I’m not one to rehash the past, but it fell right in line with the thoughts I had after church tonight. This, coincidently, just happened to be the same Sunday as the Super Bowl.
This memory starts on a Sunday morning. I’m tired because I’m sure I stayed up too late the night before. My wife Karen, who loves me and my children dearly, is also tired because I’m sure I stayed up too late the night before. It’s approximately 8:00 am, I really should be getting up, church will be starting soon and I really should be there. But my stomach hurts, I think (I always have a stomach ache when I don’t have enough sleep), and I think God will understand me calling in sick once. Only, I’m not really sick, not really, I just want to stay in bed a little longer. I roll over and put my arm around my wife, who IS getting up, and I’m not going to be able to convince her to stay with me. I tell her I don’t feel well (a little white lie) and I’m not planning to go to church this morning. She looks disappointed and says “okay” as she’s getting dressed in a hurry. In a flash she’s gone to dress the children. That kind of surprises me because I figured if she was in as big of a hurry as she seems to be she’ll leave the kids. The kids are tired too, but they also are dressed and look pretty good as they head out the door as Karen gathers up the last of what she needs for the morning. I’m still laying there in bed when she comes in one last time to barely give me a cold peck on my cheek. “Ya know,” she said, “our boys need to be in church. I’m going to take them, and I wish you were going too, since you are their father and my husband.” Then she left.
I knew what she meant with that last statement. I was the man of this home. I’m supposed to be the spiritual leader; I should be waking her up and dragging her out the door. I should be showing the children how important it is to assemble with our friends and family in Christ Jesus and worshiping him in spirit and in truth. But here I was, lying in bed, my spouse charging out of the home, running to Jesus, tearfully that her husband refuses to join her. I was mad at first; she made me look like a fool. I usually go to church, don’t I deserve a break? Then I thought back and realized my church attendance lately was hit and miss at the very best. But how dare she talk to me like that! I am the man of the house, aren’t I? But my conscience told me if I were, I’d be in that car, taking my family to church. I was mortified. That morning my lack of enthusiasm to take my rightful place as man of the home and meet Jesus, where so many others would gather together in His name, embarrassed me. Knowing that Christ was the reason to be there, I was ashamed. My spouse had shown me up because she obeyed the Lord.
As the church, we are the bride of Christ, the bible teaches this truth in more than one passage. Yet as Christ’s spouse, are we still lying in bed, making excuses as to why not to go and see Him? Take this illustration metaphorically or literally, neither way is good. When in the world did it become okay NOT to go meet Jesus with our faithful brothers and sisters in Christ? We are His bride, and yet use His grace and goodness as a constant excuse to lie in bed and complain that we are so tired, or we are so sick, or we are so sick and tired. Of what, can I ask, sick and tired of what? Think about it, doesn’t Christ tell us to come to Him, we who are weak and heavy laden? What exactly are we so tired of or sick of that we can’t come to Christ, our husband to see Him and be with Him, as He’s promised He is there with us?
Recently I’ve heard two people comment that it is rather normal, in these days, for a church to have a high attendance on Sunday mornings and yet have extremely low attendance in comparison on Sunday nights and Wednesday nights. One of these folks, mercifully, said that Sunday nights may be the only time church members have to relax after a stressful week of work, not to mention a stressful Saturday of running kids back and forth to different sports games and events. I’m trying to picture it, me standing before Christ, explaining that after a week of trying to get money to pay for more stuff that will probably take my attention away from Him…eh, maybe not.
Why does His bride, His church, the one people on the earth that claim to love Him the most, avoid Him like the plague after one gathering? If we love Him as much as we claim to shouldn’t we be breaking our necks to get into His presence? Shouldn’t we be lining up to be in His service? Why do we constantly make excuses as to why we shouldn’t be there and mistake his mercy for winking at our complacency? Christ said He vomited us out because we are not cold nor hot! It’s time for some kind of revival; it’s time for repentance, in our church and in our nation.
