DailyRead-Art-wlogoReading:  1 Peter 3:8
Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble.

 

Like rushing water, conversation bubbles around me.

Two ladies sit hunched over for privacy. Their brows are furrowed, their words are whispered with malicious intensity; looks to me like somebody did somebody wrong.

A loud-mouthed businessman proudly runs his numbers, loud enough for all to hear; alcohol and arrogance conspiring to reveal a fool. A round table full of office workers erupts in frequent laughter. They’re all represented at the table: the joker, the climber, the flirt, the watcher, the princess and the ghoul. A moonstruck couple plays footsie in the booth across the way; hands touch, words glide, eyes convey what best goes unsaid. There’s a constant clanging in the kitchen; the clatter of silverware bouncing off tile.

A dull roar covers music no one listens for, and I sit here in the middle of my favorite restaurant, pecking on my laptop and nursing a cup of coffee. Though I’m surrounded, I might as well be alone. We’ve all come to be fed, but we never connect.

It’s like a lot of Sunday mornings: Christians gather; fed but lonely; assembled yet disconnected. When it’s time to go to church, don’t feed and flee. Make a real connection where you worship on Sunday morning.

 

Reposted with permission from onehope.net.

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