We attended Church Between the Sheets this morning.
(And I could name at least four people who are mentally quoting Hebrews 10:25 right now.)
But at the risk of sounding completely irreverent—that extra sleep was heavenly. It was just what we needed after a totally hectic Friday and Saturday. Was it wrong to put our rest ahead of going to worship on God’s day? I’m not convinced that it was.
Forsake not the assembling of yourselves together…I know. I KNOW!
But isn’t the sabbath also meant to be a day of rest?
I mean, I don’t know how it plays out in your house, but Sunday mornings are the most stressful mornings we have all week. I know there’s a battle to keep us home, to keep us spiritually uneducated, weak and unfed and that plays a large part in the inevitable bickering that happens as we try to get everyone dressed and out the door on time.
(Those who know us are laughing right about now. On time? The Apteds? Bwaahahahahaha!)
Ok, in getting us out the door to church at all. And today we were just plain tired. We weren’t up for the battle.
Sometimes I feel like Christianity is a constant struggle for balance between freedom and structure. Too far on the structure side, and you become legalistic. Erring too far on the side of freedom makes it easy to drift away from God entirely.
I know that I am not in imminent danger of that. God knows my heart. I know there were blessings we missed by not being in church this morning. But sometimes, when you’re tired, I think it’s OK to enjoy the blessing of rest.
Yes, even on Sunday.