Since my early teen years, I have been filled with anticipation on a Saturday night. I LOVE the mystical something that happens to us all, when we gather with other lovers of the Christ. We think of our great God during the week. We sing as we go about. We read scripture daily. However, on Sunday it takes on a different feel. The thinking about God is done in a congregational context. The singing is with choir, "praise team" and congregation. The reading of scripture is public and to the gathered saints...and ain'ts.
On a typical Saturday night, I am like a child waiting for Christmas morn. Oh the gift that Sunday morning is!! I became a lover of Jesus at age 12 and more than 40 years later, the thrill of being with my brothers and sisters, my fathers and mothers, my surrogate sons and daughters, is still there.
It's Saturday night and I am counting the hours until the first morning service tomorrow.
I hope to have no normal Saturday nights for the rest of my life.
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