A Good Drug Problem

Two humorous stories …

Fred Luter once said that when he was young, he had a drug problem. His grandmother drug him to church every time the doors were open. He was drug to church on Sundays. He was drug to church on Wednesdays. He was drug to church on … you get the idea.

Now, I am not trying to make light of true addiction problems (please, seek professional help if you have an addiction issue, please). But I am trying to say that today, we might have a priority problem. 

I am writing this for a Monday distribution. Did you go to church this past weekend? Did you worship with a church family?

There is nothing wrong with streaming a service (I do that regularly to hear great preachers and wonderful worship music) for some people truly CAN’T get out and can and should stay connected through online media. Our relatively small church offers streaming and does so with excitement as a vital ministry.

However, it is not to be a substitute for the in-person, congregational worship experience. To do otherwise is like watching a GoPro YouTube video of someone walking the Angels Landing trail and actually doing the Angels Landing in Zion National Park. 

The first will delight, maybe motivate, but actually being in Zion, walking the trail, experiencing all of God’s splendor and looking over the edge, feeling the cost physically to get to the top … two different things all together.

The Word says to not forsake the assembling together … Don’t miss worshipping together … Don’t skip church. It further says, as is the practice of some. This priority problem goes back centuries. 

So, if at all possible, get to church this coming weekend. And maybe drag someone with you.

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Second drug problem …

This weekend, at church, we had a kids’ Bible Drill program. It got delayed for one of the preteens was running late. So as a filler for time, Bible Drill alumni were invited to come forward and show the skills have not left them.

This one teen, let’s call her Winter, no Summer, no Spring … let’s call her Fall … to hide her real name. Fall was hesitant, resistant, rebellious. So in humor, I took her by the arm to encourage her to come forward with me escorting her. She began to laugh, heartily. But she fell to the ground and continued to laugh.

She was like a protestor (a laughing one) not wanting to get out of the road. Sooooo… I drug her (maybe 2 feet) until she realized she wasn’t going to avoid this.

It really was innocent, almost like a parent dragging a laughing toddler to the dinner table. In hindsight, maybe I shouldn’t have drug her. Oh, we are great friends (I regularly got her, her brother and her cousins donuts when the Wandering Donut truck comes to town).

As I type this, it sounds creepy … what a weird culture we live in.

I also seem to have a problem finding a humorous clip art for dragging someone to church … quick searches proved to be in vain and were more volatile or MeToo type.

Again … what a weird culture we live in.

This second drug story has been shared just for amusement.

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So, what do I really want for today’s takeaway? I would love to know you are making it a priority to go to church this coming weekend, and drag someone there with you.

If you don’t have a church to drag yourself to this weekend, try ours. We will open the doors for you.