I’ve been in church since I was 2 weeks old. I can count on my fingers the number of church services I have missed in my entire life. Literally. It’s just always been a part of who I am (thanks mom and dad) and who I am belongs in church on Sunday. Over the course of forty two years (that’s a lot of church y’all), I’ve seen it all. “Someone didn’t….” “Someone did…” “Someone said…” “I was offended…” “The church hurt me…”
And just like that, we leave.
I wonder though, if we ever stop to think – because we are offended, we willingly remove ourselves from the church. We cut ourselves off from the body of Christ. We turn our back on the place of refreshment and blessing. We discontinue our opportunity to serve, to learn, and to grow. We risk the spiritual progress of our children, grandchildren, and the generations that follow. If we stop and think, it might be that we’d remember the church needs us and we need the church.
“Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them.” Ps 119:165