Why go to church?
But I go. Why? (and I've asked myself this a lot over the past few years). Mostly so I don't forget. Mostly so I keep remembering. So I keep remembering that I can't do this life on my own. That I need to keep trusting in Jesus. That God really does love and accept me.
I don't go because I love religious institutions. I don't go because I think that hanging out in a daggy building from the 60's will make me acceptable to God. I don't go because I worry that if I miss it I'll somehow get into trouble.
My friend Keith wrote these words in an Anglican newspaper last week about reading the Bible regularly.
"So much of the Christian life is about remembering - being reminded again and again of things that we know, yet somehow have forgotten or have failed to appropriate in our experience... We are reminded that we are beloved children of God, despite the abundance of our failings. When it feels as if life is falling apart, we become convinced once again that we rest secure in the Father's everlasting arms"
Not thrilled about the church? Well, often I'm not either. But I'm really interested in hearing each week about the God who knows and loves me and has each of my days in his hands.