Yesterday, for the second Sunday in a row, I did not meet with the church. A stomach bug decided to visit me beginning Saturday afternoon.
As I was thinking about my friends getting together; talking about their lives; talking about what God is doing; talking about their plans; laughing, crying, hugging, speaking, listening… I missed them. As much as I like singing, I didn’t miss singing. As much as I like to learn, I didn’t miss the teaching. I missed the people.
While I was at home, I watched part of an NCIS marathon. One episode highlights a troubled family: father, mother, daughter, and son. At one point, the daughter makes the following statement to one of the NCIS agents:
We may be four people, but we’re not a family.
I thought about that statement for a long time. I can look back over my life and recognize that I have been part of many groups of people that were not families.
I can also recognize that God has now placed me among people who are family to me. There’s a huge difference between being part of a group of people and being part of a family.
Maybe among the chruch we can start asking ourselves: Are we a family? How are we demonstrating that we’re a family?