Last night I went to UCF worship. It was actually the first church-ish service thing I have been to in awhile. The interesting thing is that I had no intention of being away from church for so long, but then I moved to the Pacific Northwest for the summer. And then I spent my Sundays doing other things. And then I came back, but I dont have license plates on my car. And then I thought to myself that I didnt feel any different. I didnt feel as though I was “missing” anything. Spiritually, I felt fine, unchanged.
I had been walking an easy path, slightly downhill, away from my faith and where I wanted to be. It took a worship service for me to see this though.
It took a worship service and some fellowship and some communion for me to see it. I often think of myself as a Holy Bucket. By this I dont mean a bucket that is especially close to God, but rather a bucket with lots of holes in it (I think Calvin would agree). I go to church or serve my brothers and sisters and I feel God’s love for me filling me up. The thing is though, you dont always notice when your bucket has gone empty. You know that you have been holding it upright, but it has progressively gotten lighter. My particular bucket has LOTS of holes. You know when it is full again, but only because you feel as though you have more than when you started.
After worship last night, my bucket was full again (and now I am more aware of my bucket holes also). Now, the trick is, to keep filling it.
be great
DAlen