At church this morning, we sang a song I’ve heard what seems like hundred of times over the last few years. A song with powerful lyrics – but those that I’ve sadly become numb to over time. However today, one particular line of this song stuck out to me prominently. It goes like this: “In my Father’s house, there’s a place for me…”
Why that line? Why me? Church is nothing new for me. My whole life has been spent attending church, and Bible studies, and volunteering, and, and, and…BUT If I choose to be honest with you (all 5 of you that will read this) what I feel when I go to church lately has usually been a barrage of loneliness. And often I let the loneliness win.
I can blame many factors for my loneliness – a tight knit church group from a few years ago whose fibers have started to slowly unravel due just to life happening and people moving on; to going to a new, larger, church but working too much in the past to really get involved and make the same connections. Still, at the end of the day I know that I’m supposed to be in God’s house and that He always, always is with me.
I don’t know what the answer to the loneliness is quite yet, I just know God wants me in His house AND He wants you to know you are always welcome at church – no matter if you’re a seasoned Veteran, one who attends only Christmas or Easter, or you’ve never been. Please let me know, because, at my Father’s house, there’s a place for you…right next to me.