24 And let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works, 25 not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhorting one another, and so much the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:24 – 25 NKJV
Sunday mornings hold reverence in many communities around the World as the time when Christians, followers of Jesus Christ gather to worship. Over the period of my life these mornings have come to mean different things for me, and I would argue the global Christian body. These experiences range from reverence of the Trinity to fellowship with other believers. However, as Holy Scripture directs us our gathering should also include exhortation, a stirring up of love, and inspiration towards good works. When the latter occurs there certainly should be a congregation that looks forward to gathering and a host of testimonies to share, rather than excuses why Sunday morning worship is no longer relevant.
My grandmother introduced me to Sunday mornings and all other Christian disciplines. I learned respect for the sanctuary while sitting on her lap during worship services, and the sincerity of Christian disciplines while I lay in her bed as she prayed and read scripture every night. These are some of my favorite memories. I watched as she prepared clothes, linens, food, and accessories throughout the week and placed finishing touches on items for Saturday mornings. I knew before the age of three that Sunday mornings were truly special, but I was too young then to understand why.
After the age of three my father assumed the role of leading my Christian experience. He too exhibited a great reverence for the sanctuary and sincerity for Sunday morning disciplines as I sat alongside him. Although I did not witness his day to day disciplines, the skill he holds in leading congregations in singing, devotion, and prayer is evidence enough for his daily practices. Different than my grandmother, the favorite Sunday experience with my father was the routine of getting to church. The final inspections of our clothing, the regular stop by the convenience store for Lifesavers candy, and making sure we arrived in time for socializing. Father added to my Sunday morning dimensions the importance of self examination and making sure that our physical cravings would not distract from the experience.
For awhile during my early adolescent years there was no sanctuary, except bicycle trails, swing sets, a swimming pool, or one of my favorite places, the spot where I beat my friends in games of marbles. Near the age of eight, a small local church sent a bus to our neighborhood and invited all of the children and their families to attend. The children were lured with a promise of refreshments and toys, and the promise of these gifts sealed the fate of most of us. I rode church buses alone without my parents for the next five years to meet with congregations that did not look like me or worship in the ways of my grandmother or father exposed me to. However, I learned to expect to receive something from the investment of time in worship – I found that it was ok to expect something from our time in community.
As I matured through teenaged and early adulthood years, and began to lead my immediate family to attend Sunday worship the experiences begin to look more like my foundational years. I gained a sense of guilt and shame from the idea that I was supposed to receive something for attending Sunday services as these expectations were rebuffed. Not only were my expectations denounced, I was introduced to the concepts of sacrifice and selflessness. The only gift to be expected was in the privilege of community. It was hard for me to grasp at a young age that my rewards for discipline would only come in Heaven. Yet, my love for the worship experiences I had known and the people that I shared with kept me involved.
Thankfully in my adult years I found churches that expounded on the Christian experience through teaching about the Trinity, which introduced me to the Holy Spirit. Love was explained in a new way where the definition began to include grace and mercy, and justification and salvation. In my mid 30s, I was alone again, without family; I experienced a real passion for being in worship services. Gathering with fellow believers as an extended family took on an entire new meaning for me as I gave physically, financially, and spiritually, and came to know the gifts of the Holy Spirit. It was the purest time for me, or so I thought.
It was not until I accepted a call to ministry and served a local congregation for more than five years that I really begin to feel alone on Sunday mornings. I asked the question – why do we gather on Sunday mornings? Is it a command of God to gather and show reverence for a sacred space and practices? Is it a time of introspection and outer inspection for the purpose of revealing those things that need admonishment or celebration? Do we learn how to temper our physical and spiritual selves through sacrifice, so that cravings will not corrupt ourselves? Is Sunday morning the time when we come to hear a Word for renewal, refreshing, re-branding, or re-purposing in order to make it through another week in world? Are these the moments where we come to see God or see ourselves for who we really are? As I reflected through my development in worship experiences it seemed that the answer to each of interrogatory was a resounding yes, and more.
On this Sunday morning, I feel as close to a resolution about worship as I have ever attained. Sunday mornings, and every other moment of our lives is about encountering God. Therefore our gathering to be exhorted and stirred up should be founded in an expectation that we will know God in those moments, and feel that God knows us too, and that God will reveal to us who we are.
The real question is not should we gather on Sunday mornings, as we certainly should, but rather we need to address how to help those who meet and not receive exhortation, love, or inspiration towards good works? Should we forsake the assemblies where Jesus Christ is taught, but is not felt? No. Even though those meetings result in feelings of emptiness as if a promise was unfulfilled we are still called to exhibit good works, and love, and exhort those places.
I am grateful for the range in my perspective on Sunday mornings. I am indebted to my grandmother, father, and volunteers from those church buses, and so many others for exposing me to Christian love. Yet, I am concerned that for far too many others the questions remain unanswered about why we gather on Sunday mornings. Frankly, these unresolved feelings are the reason why golf courses and car washes, or local restaurants and coffee bars are more frequented than the local church. Or worse, there are places where worship activity is acted out without an invitation for the Holy Spirit to visit. Some must feel like I do on certain mornings that I can have a better chance of meeting God in my bed than some of the places that report to worship Jesus Christ.
Thankfully, I still get out of bed and attend worship services with the clearest agenda of meeting God and God’s people. I smile when I see toddlers on grandmother’s laps, or children sitting with their parents, or groups of teens in congregation, as I know that they too are learning to value Sunday mornings as a communion with God.