Easter Services at Church

Roughly five years ago, I began attending Christ Chapel Bible Church.  A little over one year ago, I solicited for and became a member.  Now having a job which allows for most weekends off, I anxiously look forward to attending church every Sunday.  For Easter, the church instituted three worship services during Saturday evening and three during Sunday morning.  I opted for the 5 p.m. worship service this evening.  In the twelve years I called Houston home, I enjoyed attending Saturday evening services at two of the three churches I regularly attended.  Saturday services were always my preference for frequenting the doors of the church.  So when the opportunity to worship on a Saturday evening at Christ Chapel Bible Church became a viable option, I immediately jumped on it.  The Holy Spirit used the music to lead me and the congregation in worship, and the preaching really fed the soul.  There is never any doubt upon attending any number of the worship services the Bible is the foundational text upon which the pastor(s) teach.  I am full of joy I am a member of a Bible-believing fellowship who is not ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ and preach Him crucified and risen.  Christians, as well as myself, do not serve a dead Lord and Savior who is still in the tomb.  The good news is the tomb is empty.  Jesus, our High Priest, is seated at the right hand of God the Father.  Christians, followers of Jesus, are made for community, and I am glad I attended this evening's worship service.  The side benefit of attending was the ability to fellowship with a few people I knew.  Today is National Solitude Day, but I have to disagree with the observance of the holiday.  Yes, there are times I need an oasis from people and the hub-bub of life, but I can't live a healthy spiritual life as a hermit rarely leaving the shelter of the apartment.  Many times I feel as if I don't ever want to leave home to interact with "the idiots out there", but I must.  Jesus left his home in heaven to move among a sin-wrecked people who are dying as lost souls.  I am redeemed and must spread the good news of Jesus and what He did on humanity's behalf.

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