Home with Friends
Well, we are in the States. It was quite a wild trip and already the Clausing house was hit by some pretty nasty sickness. However, we think everyone is on the other side of that. It has been truly wonderful to see old friends and to renew relationships. Getting here was exhausting, but we are so grateful to have this time home.
We got in on Thursday, but I don't think we felt like we were home until Sunday when we were able to gather with the saints and worship together. There is something about coming together with all of God's people and worshipping. It can be easy to overlook what happens every time we come together to worship on the Lord's Day. On the plane home I read Bavinck and came across this little quote:
Whatever influence there may be from the word in print or spoken that reaches us from elsewhere, it cannot be compared with the blessing there is for heart and life, family and society, in the word spoken to us in the gatherings of the congregation. Here alone do we find the ministry of God’s word and the sealing of his covenant. Here, Christ himself lives in our midst and works by his Spirit. Here we taste the communion of saints, the forgiving of sins, and the principle of eternal life. The Sabbath is the best of days; no other day is like it. And the church is the meeting of God with his people; no other gathering can take its place or compensate for its loss.
Gathering with the saints on the Lord's Day gives us a taste of that life that is to come. There is something about coming together week in and week out with friends and family and getting a taste of home - a taste of heaven.
Sunday morning worship gave us a glimpse of what is laid out for us in eternity. Being home, only makes me long for my true home even more. Maranatha!