I held a funeral last week for one of our older ladies. In visiting with her family, I was told how she believed that attending church was a privilege. All throughout the rest of the week and on into the weekend I thought about what she had taught her children – attending church is a privilege.
I must admit, as a small child it was not a privilege for me. It was a requirement, and one that I often tried to get out of. I had very little use for church then, and it wasn’t until I was well into my teen years that church began to feel like anything more than that. I understand now what a privilege it truly is, but I just didn’t “get it” as a child.
So last week and this, I’ve been wondering how many others don’t “get it” yet. I think that once we really understand the price that was paid so that we can gather together and worship God, it’s only then that we “get it.” Jesus Christ, God Himself in the flesh was falsely accused, beaten, put to death on an old rugged cross, buried in a borrowed tomb and rose again on the third day to grant us this privilege of coming to church; of coming together to worship our Heavenly Father.
Yes, my friends, church is a privilege.
