And since this is sunday, I'll mention how my two sundays went.
I really missed the service back in my church. From the people, to the building, to the fact that it felt odd to be travelling arouhnd the different parts of Europe to be visiting churches instead of going to one to worship.
The churches were all exquisite...
And so there I was admiring all the details paid to the architecture... to the details... and just how much effort was evidently put into the whole design and building of the place... and I was very much saddened to think that at the end of the day, the church building is nothing more than an ornate structure that attracts the tourists to converge on. Because it was on a sunday that I visited some of the churches, and there was no worshipping taking place. Only eager groups of people in all shapes and sizes, snapping away at their cameras, getting their dollar's worth of shots.
It struck me that sometimes that's what my own church can be like... people who throng in droves into the building, eager to fulfill their expectations, hardly ever pausing to consider the intent of their having stepped into a place once set apart for sanctuary and meditation.
Its a reminder to me that my life and my body, as the temple of the living God, needs to avoid becoming a mere relic that once was set apart for His use.
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