Just when we thought nature could not be more destructive, it was. Maria followed Jose and Irma. An 8.1 earthquake rocked Mexico one week after a smaller one. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Jesus knew the lament of Psalm 22 so well he spoke it on the cross. He felt abandoned, an experience many of us can share.
When we gather on Sundays to worship, something should happen. We come to touch and be touched by the holy, to have an encounter with the Divine, to be refreshed and renewed for our lives in the rest of the world, with a sense of purpose that transcends the trials of daily life. We turn to the church to be comforted and challenged, to have our faith informed and deepened, and to become part of a movement called church, a movement that works within the holy cause of making life more like the kingdom (or kin-dom) of heaven, God’s dream of love and justice fully realized.
We all know that summer has its own rhythm and its own demands. Summer is short in New England, and weekends are a unique opportunity to enjoy the season. The lure of nature, family and friends has even tempted some to attend Sunday services less frequently. Go figure!