Sundays are wonderful!
Well, except the very beginning of this one. I'm up, showered, eating breakfast, and look at the clock and think, "why is it 6:15?" The super-smart alarm clock that sets beside my bed automatically adjusts to a daylight savings time, resets if unplugged, well, I guess it decided to live in someone else's time zone for a bit. Came back upstairs, and sure enough, it was an hour off!
Sundays are great because we meet to pray at 9:00 before the official church day starts. Today was the Going Away lunch/program for the Goodsons. They have been a part of the church family for 27 years! Wow. They will be missed. The Lord really blessed the afternoon meal and program. Your Dad was the emcee.
The morning service was powerful -- looking at David, that powerful man in high places, who deliberately compromised and sinned over and over, but God did not let him go. Though David truly deserved God's wrath, judgement, death, God lavished His forgiveness, grace, and mercy, and David's life continued to be a "work of art" in the hands of God.
The other six days of the week, it's easy to hear lots of other messages about what makes life meaningful. On Sundays, it's so good to be reminded corprately of what is really important.
So, in heaven will it always feel like it's a Sunday?
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