I went back to church on Sunday. HALLELUJAH! For the first time in five months, we gathered together. I must admit that, because of my age and underlying health issues, I was a bit hesitant, but I really needed to get out of this house. I guess I was not the only one who was hesitant. Only sixty-five of us showed up. I guarantee we had plenty of room for social distancing in a sanctuary that seats five hundred.
Fact is, sitting in my recliner, watching the service on line, on my phone, had lost a great deal of its charm. Oh, I always sang along, and I listened intently to the sermon. It was good, but something essential was missing. My fellow worshipers were not there. To be sure, I knew they were out there somewhere, but I could not see their smiling faces, nor hear their booming voices.
Yes, of course, I worship alone every day of the week in my home. But, for some reason, on Sunday, I need to be with other people. Five months was just too much deprivation.
Normally, for a few minutes, in the middle of the service, we have always been encouraged to wander around, greet people, shake hands, hug necks, and reconnect after a long week. We were not allowed to do that this week. We could wander, but we couldn’t touch. However, that didn’t matter. We were at church—together again.
I laughingly tell people that I have been in church every time the doors were open since I was two weeks old. That’s nearly eighty-five years, my friends, and that is no exaggeration.
My family just went to church. There was never any discussion about whether or not. I never heard my parents use their children as an excuse for staying home. Weariness, homework or school the next day was never a good enough reason. Illness was the only thing that kept us away.
In those growing up days and for years after, we went to church at least three times a week. There was Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and Wednesday night Bible Study.
Several times each year an evangelist came for what we called a “Revival.” Then we had service every night except Saturday. Those revivals always lasted at least two weeks and sometimes longer. When I was little, my Mama put a blanket under the pew, and when I could no longer keep my eyes open, I crawled under and went to sleep.
Even our social activities were church centered. I loved that little white framed church on Lebaron Street near the old train depot.
I was grown, living on my own, teaching school, before I realized that I didn’t have to go to church, if I didn’t want to. I was my own boss, but by then it was too late for me. I was already hooked.
Now, I realize that times have changed. We are so weighed down with responsibilities that getting to church once a week is almost more than some of us can manage. However, this period of isolation has, for me, underlined the marvelous privilege that we still have in this country to worship where and when and how we please.
Many believe that religion was the foundation of American society, and believing that they have left imprints of their moral ideals on State Constitutions and judicial opinions for much of American history. In 1663 Roger Williams, the founder of Rhode Island, said, “The happiness of the people, and the good order and preservation of civil government, essentially depends on piety, religion and morality.”
Still others believe that to say our government is founded on Christian values denounces the very efforts our Founding Fathers made to promote the separation of religion and government. That discussion may continue until the cows come home, but regardless of what many want to believe, strong religious convictions played a role in the development of the United States.
In 1892 the Supreme Court said, “Our laws and our institutions must necessarily be based upon and embody the teachings of the Redeemer of mankind. It is impossible that it should be otherwise, and in this sense and to this extent our civilization and our institutions are emphatically Christian.” Oh, how far we have digressed in one hundred and thirty years!
Take a look at our history. Did you know? The first Christians in the New World settled in St. Augustine, Florida in 1565, 224 years before the U.S. Constitution came into force in 1789. Many of the North American Colonies were settled in the 17th century by men and women who, fleeing Europe, refused to compromise their religious convictions. The Anglican Church was established in the colony of Virginia in 1619, four hundred years ago.
Beginning in 1630, 20,000 Puritans immigrated to America from England to gain the liberty to worship as they chose. Between 1700 and 1740 an estimated 75 – 80% of the population attended church. All of this before America ever became a nation. And the story goes on and on and on.
The Constitution did not create a nation nor religions and institutions. They already existed. The Constitution was framed for the purpose of protecting them for the people. The first amendment prohibits our government at any level from establishing a national church or interfering with religion in any way making religious expression a fundamental human right apart from government control. I treasure that provision that allows me to worship according to the dictates of my own heart.
Sadly, I wonder how long I shall enjoy this freedom, for there is a war being waged against Christianity in our land today. Christians and Christianity are mocked, belittled, smeared and attacked on a daily basis by subversive groups and openly encouraged, sanctioned, and participated in by many others. If you are an openly, practicing Christian in the U.S, you will become a target of some sort. It is only a matter of time. Persecution of Christians in other parts of the world is a precursor to what can happen closer to home, if we are not careful.
But should we be careful?
The first amendment provides that religion and government must be separated, but religion is not separated from politics or public life. Individuals are still free to speak openly of their faith in the public arena.
Christians must not be caught off guard. When we see our faith treated with such hostility, we must not run and hide. That’s what the enemy wants. No! We are responsible to stand up for our faith, to speak the truth in love, without fear.
2 Timothy 3:12 tells us, “…all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution.”
BUT are reassured in Matthew 5:11-12, “Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven…”
The challenge is great, but so is the God whom we serve. Persecution may be certain, but so is the reward, and that reward is worth it.
REMEMBER, THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW!