I’m in a unique position this Sunday morning. For maybe the first time in my whole life I have no real obligation to be at church. I grew up going to church, and it was always expected that we would go, and I never questioned it. When I was old enough (19 years old) I became a Sunday School teacher and have done that up until last week – 14 years as a Sunday School teacher! This morning, I am not. I’m old enough that my parents can’t make me go, and I have no obligation to my pastor or class to be there.
I will go to church this morning simply because I am in need of a Savior. Simply because I want to connect with Him. It’s a weird stripped away feeling…knowing that I could sit here on the computer all day and nobody would miss me there (They’d notice I wasn’t there, but there would be no repercussions of my absence.) Instead I’m going for me…so that I can worship Him, and that’s the only reason.
It’s why I stepped down from teaching to begin with – I wanted church to become something that wasn’t out of habit or obligation. I want my walk with God to be organic – if that makes sense. We have mid-week prayer services and I would go because all teachers were expected to be there. I want to go because I need to be there and not because I’m supposed to be there.