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Sundays

I sit in the same section of seats.  I always sit far off by stage right.  I even congregate by the same people, but since my trip to Europe I see Sundays a little different now.

It is only a Sunday.

I remember vividly as I unpacked my suitcase on December 23rd, when I realized the person God had made overseas was colliding with her old life and routine. The only real difference was that the French girl had pillow talks with Jesus.  

So there I was today listening to the sermon, but on this side of the Atlantic, I've been feeling a little out if place.  The closer and closer I get to the reality of Christ, the less and less I "need" those services (however, we do need to hear the word preached).  They become less and less about me actually (rather humbling to admit that revelation at this point in the journey).  I would like to give credit to God for why I don't go to church for the same reasons as before.  As an aside, the Spirit has been quick to also caution myself against establishing this new "only loving Jesus, no-church-Sunday" as my doctrine; for that would be the same mistake as pride in attendance.    

What is more, this new view may also play a part in using less "Christianese" talk in daily life.  Nothing can replace a genuine "Praise the Lord" when fitting, but I've been convicted of treating Jesus more like an accessory to my outfit rather than my Savior, Husband, and Friend.  One that I so want to introduce others to.  

"Therefore do not let anyone judge you by what you eat or drink, or with regard to a religious festival, a New Moon celebration or a Sabbath day.  These are a shadow of the things that were to come; the reality, however, is found in Christ."--Colossians 2:16-17
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