I know, I know... we didn't actually "go" to church (we are the church), but this past Sunday we attended our first in-person Sunday gathering since probably mid-March.
The group we've been gathering with started meeting on Sundays again on the previous weekend. I believe the doors to the building had been shut for 10 or 11 weeks due to the pandemic shut-down. We didn't attend that first time back. I heard there were maybe 25 people there.
Fortunately we were able to meet outside on this date, so that made it a little better (this is an actual picture from our lawn chairs in the back). It was a beautiful day, and the second to last time my friend will be preaching at this place. Next week is his last Sunday as pastor here before moving to Michigan.
I was still not in favor of going, but Jane talked me into it. She has much less anxiety than I do about the whole virus thing. It's kind of starting to freak me out again. It seems people are all of a sudden 'over it'... and that worries me. The rate of infection in our county is spiking right now, but no one seems to care. I actually have the biggest problem with my boss, as he does not practice social distancing AT ALL... I don't know...
Anyway, next week will probably be our last time worshiping with these people. Although, after the service, the head elder asked me if I would be available to preach after Tom leaves. I told him it was possible, but I hoped I wasn't their first choice, as it's been seven years since I've done so. ...Ugh. I doubt that I will have to, but until then... I'm trying not to think about it.
I do have to admit, sometimes I think it would be nice to pastor a church like this again. Just preach the word, sing some simple songs of faith and such... But then I remember, and... gah, I don't know.
After next week, I have no idea what we will do for "church." Many are still not meeting, yet even if they were... the thought of trying to find another one... it's depressing. One Sunday at a time, I guess.
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