I just found this unfinished post from a couple of months ago. I don’t know why I never finished it.
Anyway, for what it’s worth, here it is:
Last Sunday emotions were running too high for us to attend church so we decided to stay home for a family devotional.
We gathered around our kitchen table to read scripture, pray, and commune together. We took turns reading Matthew’s account of the last supper. As we read, we prayed and shared communion. It was a simple and powerful service.
I couldn’t help but think about how many thousands (millions?) of other believers around the world were doing the same thing. It’s amazing to think we actually have a choice of churches. (Whether that is a blessing or a curse is another matter).