No Church

One of my favorite preacher teachers is Rev. Terry Fulham. One of his very best teachings compares the life of a Christian to the life of an eagle. I one of his points he says that he saw an eagle die once. A real eagle he says goes to the edge of a cliff facing into the sun holding on with their talons they just die. He then talks about his father facing into the Son and just dying. At the beginning of that section and speaks of the fact that his father never missed church. If they were away the first thing they did was find a church they could attend on Sunday. He knew something was seriously wrong when one Sunday his father said they should go to church without him. His father said he didn't feel up to it. That's how I felt when Marsha insisted that I go off to church without her. She did not feel like she could do it. Still insisting that she would not put up with any spiritual slacker, she sent me off to church. Later I had to do the best I could at repeating the sermon for her and I did give her communion. Although nothing was happening to give me more information about her disease or prognosis, at the same time a lot was happening that showed me what was happening and what was to come. Little things like not going to church shouted out that this was serious and I better be as prepared as she was. You see she had her feet clinging to the edge of life looking directly into the face of the Son and knowing exactly were she was going.