He had been complaining of nausea all morning and the night before, but without any incident. But soon after the family had settled in for worship, he seemed to be in distress so I asked him if he needed to head for the restroom. Bravely, he said no. I put my hand on his back to let him know that I was aware of his discomfort, and if he changed his mind, I was ready to help. The church that we were visiting that day was on our route home from vacation and was known for great doctrine and beautiful tradition. The sanctuary was magnificent, arched, columned, stained glass, and high ceiling. Central was the pulpit which rose like a tower to elevate the supremacy of the preached word. The sound from the pipe organ confirmed and conveyed the beauty and importance that song has in the worship of our Lord. I was glad of heart to sit with my family and celebrate covenant renewal in such a place, even though my attention was compromised by my twelve-year-old son as he struggled to man-up when he really didn’t need to. Really, all he had to do was say the word and I would have taken him outside. We could wait in the van for the others until church let out. But he stayed, so we stayed.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 15:09:32 +0000
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