Remember when life was not nearly so complicated, or scary? When you could almost hear the voice of God in the wind, in the rustling leaves, or in the music of a creek? Remember when church was simple, when it was being together- when it was Jesus? Do you remember first love, when you met Jesus? I do.
To the church of Ephesus write. . . you have persevered and have patience, and have labored for My name’s sake and have not become weary. Nevertheless I have this against you, that you have left your first love. Rev 2:3-4
We sorely need to get back to the simple joys of being believers together in, and with, Jesus. We need to remember when. . .
Remember when Church was a place where you gathered to connect with friends and neighbors, not a place from which to look down on them?
Remember when you looked forward to church functions as a welcome break in the day to day grind rather than another dreaded thing to do?
Remember when learning to love your neighbor meant helping them build their barn rather than taking a class on how to trick them into coming to church?
Remember when you learned how to be a good parent by spending time with grandparents rather than by watching a video series?
Remember when fishing was a spiritual experience that you didn’t have to make excuses for because you may have missed church one day?
Remember when Jesus could talk to you without a preacher in a suit that cost as much as your pickup, telling you what God wants you to do?
Remember when the first verse of the 23rd psalm; “The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want.” was enough to get you through anything?
Remember when… it was just you and Jesus?—He didn’t go anywhere.
Go find a tire swing, touch the face of God and watch him smile.