Gone Fishing

The new minister confronted Jake Bratwurst and declared: “I’m told you went to the ball game instead of church this morning.”
“That’s a lie,” Jake declared, “and I’ve got the string of fish to prove it!”
Two other men went fishing Sunday morning, but were feeling rather guilty about it. Said one, “I suppose we should have gone to church this morning.”
The other replied, “No way! I couldn’t have gone to church this morning anyway. My wife’s in bed with the flu!”
I like to fish. And watch ball games. And read. I love visiting with family, gardening, and it would be nice to just sit in on a quiet morning and relax with a cup of coffee, though I can’t remember when last I did that.
Can you think of anything more important that you could be doing this Sunday morning than being in worship? There may be more urgent things. There may be emergencies. But our worship is diminished by every person who misses on a given Sunday. A hundred members missing means a hundred fewer voices to sing, a hundred fewer Christians edified. A hundred members missing means a hundred neighbors who conclude that our Christianity last week was, after all, just talk. A hundred members missing means our children have drawn some conclusions about what mom and dad really see as important.
Look at this passage again, and count the number of opportunities to do good you missed by missing worship:
“Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience … let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess … let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together …” (Hebrews 10:22-25).
No cleansed hearts and thoughts. Our hope a little more insecure. The difficult task of loving and serving others made more difficult without a support network of those who might have spurred us on.
I have it on good authority that fish bite on Saturdays, too!

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