missing church

I didn’t make it to church yesterday.

Ever since St. John’s swapped the 9:00 and 10:30 services it’s been tough for me to get out of bed at that earlier hour. Yesterday morning I just couldn’t deal with it. It was cold, I was sleeping comfortably, and I’d had one too many glasses of wine the night before. That, and the annual meeting was yesterday. I didn’t want to deal with that, and I knew that if I went to church it would look odd if I left before the meeting. So I fed Tasha and went back to bed.

The thing is that when I miss church I really do miss church. The Eucharist is important to me, and I miss it when I’m not there.

Maybe it’s not so bad to miss church once in a while, just to remind me about how important it is to me.