I have never had an experience quite like this before. I woke up Valentine's morning with a swirl of words and phrases going through my head. I grabbed a notebook and started writing them down. The following poem is what I ended up with.
Sunday Morning
Our records show the congregation
has a lot of members.
But the only time our pews are full
are Easter and December.
They may be filled for weddings,
or a funeral, or baptism.
But other Sundays through the year
there is nobody in 'em.
Our lives are now so hectic.
It affects us one and all.
We need Sundays to do yard work,
do our shopping, watch football.
We seem to have forgotten
about Jesus Christ our Lord.
Sundays used to be for worship
and studying God's word.
We would sing of God's Amazing Grace
and learn about His power.
Jesus gave his life for us,
now we can't spare an hour.
We need to take a look at how
our lives have gone astray.
We need to think of Jesus
more than just on holidays.
So bring your families and your friends
and join the congregation.
And maybe Sundays once again
can be a celebration.
John R. Sill
February 14, 2004
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