(Jon) What are the four saddest words you might hear after church on Sunday?
“See you next week!”
What a depressing sentiment! We saints gather together every Sunday under one roof. We enter the very sanctuary of God together, we praise Him together, we receive the Word together and share Christ’s body and blood together. We are, in fact, knitted together as One Bride, as the very Body of Christ Himself.
Then, so often, we make no effort to reinforce our solidarity and community with one another between Sunday mornings.
“See you next week!”
That means I won’t invite you over for supper and you won’t try to find any common activity that we can share. I won’t see you at the store or at a coffeehouse. In fact, it means it’s our intention to live completely separate lives from one another, lives that touch for only a few hours a week out of the hundred hours a week we spend awake.
“See you next week!”
Don’t let those four words be the last ones you say to your brothers and sisters tomorrow. Try these instead:
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Come over for lunch!”
“Let’s get together soon.”
These sound so simple as to be too obvious. But we can build each other up only if we see each other more than once a week. Let’s clear our schedules for each other.
Amen brother. One of my fondest college memories was trekking off to church (not studying!) with a bunch of brothers and sisters, worshipping together, then going out to lunch. The nap after wasn’t so bad either. We haven’t experienced that kind of fellowship (at least not at our church) in the last 8 years and it’s sad.
Great talking with you tonight! You’re the man!
But I am gonna raz you… what are you going to say to your Larwill friends tomorrow…?