I Quit Going to Church

Dear Church,

Once in a while something happens that reminds us of how desperately we need each other and how blessed we are to have each other. Last Friday evening was one of those times.

About 6:00 pm Scott and Jennie Hilligus left their house on their Honda Gold Wing motorcycle, got about a half mile from home and were suddenly and without warning hit by a car that ran a stop sign. Instantly their casual, relaxing, evening bike ride became a panicked fight for life. And instantly the relevance of the church became extremely obvious.

Loving relationships engaged

Care expressed

Prayers lifted

People at the hospital supporting anxious family members

People volunteering to watch family member’s kids

A vast network of prayers coordinated

Offers for ongoing ways to help

Daily visitors at the hospital

And the list goes on…

Despite all the church’s warts and wrinkles, I can’t imagine doing life – especially the rough patches, but all of life – without the love, care, support, encouragement and prayer she provides.

Times like these help us understand better that church isn’t “a place we go” or “something we do” for an hour on Sunday. It’s the people we’ve been called to be – a people who love God with all our heart soul, mind and strength and love our neighbor (each other) as our self.


Yay God for his church!