I did a very odd thing, for me, today (technically yesterday at this late hour). I got up, and I decided that I wouldn't go to church today.
I wasn't sick. I wasn't unable. I could've gotten around in time to go, but I decided I wasn't going to. I think this was the first time I consciously decided not to go to church since the seventh or eighth grade, barring conflicts.
I didn't do anything life changing with the time, and I mostly wasted it, truth be told.
The sad part, to me, is that while I may have longed for literal and figurative communion with my Creator, I didn't regret missing church very much. It felt like skipping a meal- I knew I was doing it, but it wouldn't really hurt anything.
I haven't made a deep realization about the workings of religion through skipping church. I've heard the "going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than going to a garage makes you a car!" line too many dreadful times to count, but I fear that I may personally be changing. I greet this opportunity with open, and happy arms, though.
However, I'll be honest- next week, I'm pretty sure I'll be at church. I think I may have missed it more than I thought.
Happy Halloween!
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