All services have been dismissed for fellow worshipers today, because of yesterday’s ice storm. (My daughter is still at her friend’s house, 40 miles away, having half-expectedly stayed a second night.)
At nine a.m., the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences imploded a 50-year-old student dorm and the sound of its destruction rumbled across Little Rock like thunder.
After the debris is cleared away, there will be a big hole on campus.
It won’t be anything like the one I have in my day today. I already miss co-teaching my class on Revelation; being uplifted by the corporate worship; sharing at the Lord’s table … even hearing my preaching minister’s wrap-up of his multi-month series about the Sermon on the Mount. (Don’t tell him I admitted that, though.)
Today won’t be the same without my children at my side in the worship center. It won’t be the same, waiting for the noise before second worship hour to diminish so that the leader can be heard. It won’t be the same, not hearing the fellowship in the foyer after worship.
Oh, I can still worship in my heart, in my closet, on my own. I can worship with what I have available of my family right here in my own home.
But there’s a reason why Jesus wants us to gather in His name, frequently, and remember Him together.
And on days like this, I understand His reason a little more deeply.