Those that know me, know that we faithfully attend church on Sundays … twice…. the whole shebang: Sunday school, morning service, and the evening service, with a choir practice stuck in there, too. I love Sundays! I love going to church, teaching, hearing what God has to say to me through the preaching, singing, and seeing my church family. I love everything about it, except the getting up part, but hey, that’s just the way things are. This is our life and our routine and has been for years now and we have determined to keep it that way. You have to determine to keep the Sabbath holy otherwise the world’s distractions will keep you out of church. On the way to church we see lots of people out and about – the dedicated gardeners gardening, the husbands getting in their weekly mow, the boaters dragging their floaty things down the highway and I just wonder how they find it so easy to forget about God. How many times have I heard busy Moms say, ‘Sunday is my laundry day’. Hmmm, clean clothes are important unless you want to smell like a gym locker, but what about our inside?
Today, I left church after teaching my Sunday school lesson. I have sick ones at home and a hubby that needs some things before he heads off to work for his shift. So, I skipped out and ran my errands to Walgreens for some medicines, Kroger for some coffee, Walmart for coffee b/c Kroger didn’t have mine, and Lenny’s for some lunch and made it home with 1/2 an hour to spare. Guess what? I found the hordes, the ones that aren’t cutting their lawn or gardening or doing some outdoorsy thing because it’s winter. They’re at Walmart and I’m right there, too. How empty. That’s how I felt. I felt alone and I felt empty and I can tell by the looks on people’s faces that they feel the same. Some of the faces I saw were just that….empty, almost like they were walking around in a daze…sheep without a shepherd. No one, except the door greeter makes eye contact any more. The carts are full but the cartpushers are empty. God is for forgotten. Jesus’ birth is the WHY of Christmas and people have forgotten. Jesus is coming and no one seems to look up from their Walmart shopping cart long enough to notice.
Walmart on a Sunday. I hope I won’t be doing that again any time soon.