Attending Worship

Not long ago, the world watched as three gray whales, icebound off Point Barrow, Alaska floated battered and bloody, gasping for breath at a hole in the ice. Their only hope: somehow to be transported five miles past the icepack to open sea.

Rescuers began cutting a string of breathing holes about twenty yards apart in the six-inch ice. For eight days they coaxed the whales from one hole to the next, mile after mile. Along the way, one of the trio vanished and was presumed dead but finally, with the help of Russian icebreakers, two of the whales swam to freedom.

In a way, worship is a string of breathing holes the Lord provides his people. Bruised and battered in a world frozen over with greed, selfishness, and hatred, we rise for air in church, a place to breathe again, to be loved and encouraged, until that day when the Lord forever shatters the ice cap. How is your attendance at worship these days?

On a medical note: the good news to report is that my bili-rubin is now in the single digits at 8.5 and we give thanks and praise to our God for this!!!!!!! My next MRI is scheduled for August 17th. Thank you for all of your prayers and concern.