It was Sunday morning, and I stood in church with everyone else. We all sang, and I liked the songs well enough.
But I felt nothing.
Don't you just hate that?
I wish I could say that that was the first time I'd ever felt nothing during a worship service. But of course it wasn't. And when that sort of thing happens, I'm left with some choices.
- I can face the deadness, refuse to participate, and decide there's nothing to Christianity, OR
- I can face the deadness and put on a good front for the other churchgoers, OR
- I can refuse to face the deadness and ignore the fact that I'm merely going through the motions, OR
- I can feel panicked about the deadness and reach deep into my flesh for the feelings I want to achieve, trying to pump up emotions from the rhythm of the music, or from some other human-powered thing, just like any non-believer can do at a rock concert, OR
- I can pray for God to give me the emotional experience I crave, OR...
What do you do under such circumstances? I'd love to read your comments.
Monday's entry will be taken up by "Monday Manna," and Tuesday's entry by "In Other Words," but on Wednesday I'll share what the Lord encouraged me to do with my emptiness this morning. Perhaps it might bless someone as it blessed me.
In the meantime, please share your thoughts
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