𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫….
…. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
Since childhood, I’ve rarely missed church. Even when vacationing, I’ve always sought to find a church to attend.
Then 2020 happened…
The pandemic ended up taking the lives of people that I loved.
…. and I just couldn’t find any logical or biblical reason to attend any type of large group setting.
So I stopped attending live church and instead opted to attend church online.
Here we are a year later, and to be honest…. I’m not sure what I’ve missed.
… I’ve enjoyed hearing some dynamic sermons some times even multiple times each week.
… I’ve had some amazing times in worship, both with online church and alone at home (and in my car).
I’ve maintained communication with my spiritual soul tribe (a solid group of men, none who live in the same city as I).
And as for personal spirituality, this pandemic caused me to be more intentional about spending daily time with Jesus. In fact, I can look behind me and notice how careless and disorganized my prayer life had been prior to COVID.
Nevertheless, there are a few things I miss about attending church.
1. My Pentecostal roots have me missing altar calls.
2. I miss having a strong group of men to pray with and encourage each other (outside of church)
3. I miss being part of a gospel choir.
…. But to be honest, I haven’t experienced any of those three traits since I left NM in 2010.
Therefore, I’m back to the drawing board.
Still open to hearing what He tells me.