Simple Faith

I love to sit in old chapels with light streaming in through the side windows. Sitting there evokes warm memories and helps me rediscover the “Sacred”. In the pursuit of relevance many churches have lost sight of some really important things, sacred things. Things I regard with reverence.

I miss the sacred experience of entering a sanctuary that is quiet. A place where I can prepare my heart for worship and more clearly hear the voice of God. I miss hearing sermons that clearly and boldly proclaim the Word of God. Watered-down, socially relevant “conversations” designed to avoid offending anyone leave me empty.

I miss the sacred awe of prayer with the Creator of the universe. Corporate prayer is rare and often there are no quiet moments for individuals to have an intimate moment of communication with God.

I miss the sacred experience of worship that sends my heart soaring into the very presence of God. I miss the sacred moments of communion that remind me in a quiet and worshipful way of the sacrifice Jesus made for me.

I miss church weddings and child dedications where a family vows to raise a precious child in the ways of the Lord. I miss having a place where a new Christian confirms their belief by walking forward and professing their faith and are surrounded by other believers who support them on their journey.

I miss having a safe place to pray, cry, and express my doubts and fears. A safe place to leave my pain and find forgiveness. I miss a place where the Bible is the highest authority rather than the latest poll or trend.

I miss the sacred things that draw me closer to my Lord.

I am the Lord your God, who rescued you from the land of Egypt, the place of your slavery.

Exodus 20:2 (NLT)