Devoted to Worship

A few years ago, when Kristi and I were out of town on our sabbatical, we made Sunday worship a priority. We did different things and went different places and experienced worship in a variety of settings.

One Sunday was spent reading Scripture and praying on the top of a mountain.

Another Sunday was spent gathered with all of the other Texans at the campground.

One Sunday, though, was frustrating. The evening before, we decided that we were going to go into town, rather than attend worship at the campground. I’ve always assumed that at 11 AM on a Sunday morning, you can find a church, somewhere in a town, that is conducting a worship service. I was even going to be ambitious enough to leave about 30 minutes early in order to get a good back row seat (I never get to sit in the back and that was one of the joys of worshipping while out of town).

Well, we get in the car, and head straight to a little church that we’ve been to before. As we got close to it, we noticed that we were meeting a LOT of traffic. Somehow, at some point, they had changed their worship time. Instead of meeting at 10, or 10:30, or even 11, they held their worship at 9 AM! As we were trying to pull into the parking lot, the last people to leave the church were pulling out!

We were really intent on worshipping with someone, somewhere. So we drove to the next town about 15 miles away. The cell phone reception isn’t great in that part of Colorado so we couldn’t ask Google for help in locating a church. But I figured, since it was still well before 11 AM that we would find a church just starting their worship, or we might enter a few minutes late, but that was acceptable.

We pulled into the next town, Del Norte, CO, and we could NOT find a church that was open. We were at a loss.

So here’s what we did…

Del Norte doesn’t have much going on, but it does have a brick oven pizza restaurant. I mean it’s a good one. And since it was a little after 11 AM Colorado time, they were open for lunch, and we were hungry. So we pulled in, and got our table and started looking at the menu.

But the best thing about this brick oven pizza joint that morning wasn’t the pizza they were cooking…the best thing going on was that they had WiFi!

Kristi and I got on Facebook, and we worshipped with First Baptist Nederland. As we tuned into the worship service posted on Facebook Live, we felt like we were back home. We were 1000 miles away, but we were, in a sense, together.

And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another– and all the more as you see the Day approaching.
Hebrews 10:24-25

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