It’s easy to love God at church. Surrounded by the fellowship of the saints, warm Intelligentsia coffee in hand, the familiar words of the worship songs flow over you, and suddenly you find yourself caught up in something transcendent. For just a moment, you feel your affections stirred. You glimpse the beauty of Jesus and of the work he performed on that old rugged cross.
Like I said, it’s easy to love God at church.
But how about on Tuesday afternoon, when your supervisor just aggravated your pet-peeve yet again, and your fuse is especially short because you were up all night with your sick kid, and my goodness a deep conversation with that particularly attractive co-worker sure would provide a much needed emotional lift right now, followed by letting the rest of this afternoon pass with laziness and disengagement since these deadlines aren’t really as firm as people around here pretend they are…
It’s difficult to love God in the face of temptation. When you’re tired. And isolated. Nope, nobody around here loving Jesus. No worship songs. No sermons. Just a laptop overflowing with emails, a tired soul, and a city chalk full of opportunities to wander away from God.
When the moment arrives that you realize you disobeyed on Tuesday the very thing you felt convicted about on Sunday, think of Palm Sunday. Palm Sunday was the day that the masses threw a pep-rally for Jesus. They celebrated him as their long-awaited king, reverently threw garments on the floor to prepare a path for him, and shouted that he was the Savior.
By the end of the week, they would be shouting again. But this time, their refrain would be different. “Crucify him! Crucify him!” Fickle people, not so different from you and I. But praise be to God that Jesus died on the cross to forgive the betrayal of fickle people who worshipped him one day and crucified him the next; who sing so boldly to him on Sunday, but disobey him with just as much vigor on Tuesday.
As we move forward toward Easter, lets continue to be mindful of the many friends, co-workers, and loved ones we could invite to celebrate the resurrection with us. For some of them, perhaps it will be their first time encountering the risen Lord. Here is the link to an invitation.
This post was written by our Saturday Night Pastor, Erik Dunkin.