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Some Sundays You Don't Even Need A Sermon

Some Sundays you don’t even need a sermon. I’d been out of town and missed a few Sundays with my church family. I knew it would do my heart a world of good to see them.

 

We sang a song about how we want God to live in our hearts. Consume us. These words from a music minister whose heart for God is real big. But his physical heart, the one that keeps beating with the rhythm of life, it has had some major trouble the last few years. He’s been to lots of doctors trying to make sure his heart, the physical one, keeps doing what it’s supposed to so he can keep singing his heart out for Jesus.

 

Some Sundays you don’t even need a sermon.

 

His daughter stood up front beside him. She had to hand over her worries about her dad a long time ago and place them right in the arms of Jesus. She sang every word of that song like she knew them to be true. Some would say she’s too young to know about such things, but she does know them.

 

Some Sundays you don’t even need a sermon. 

 

Some Sundays You Don't Even Need A Sermon

 

The next song was a modern rendition of It is well with my soul. Those words alone are enough. Always enough. But then I started looking around. To my far left, the couple with one biological child, who has ongoing health concerns. Sitting by his two adopted brothers. They sang as a family.

 

Some Sundays you don’t even need a sermon.

 

One section over, the woman who’s been diagnosed with breast cancer. We live in a world these days where it’s good news to discover it was an early detection, which hers was. We’re still praying she has a full recovery. As she goes through this process, though, she’s still singing. Actually, during this song, she was smiling and swaying ever so slightly. I remembered in that moment how closely Jesus comes to the hurting. I could tell He had her in a warm embrace. 

 

Some Sundays you don’t even need a sermon.

 

The lady who’s making a slow recovery from pneumonia. The remarried divorcee. The new family who looked around cautiously to see if there was someone, anyone, who would greet them. The young man who recently got out of the hospital after having a health scare. The husband at church alone because her wife's been sick for quite a while.

 

Some Sundays you don’t even need a sermon.

 

Towards the end of the service, our pastor talked about a trial he and his family had recently gone through as well. Things were better now but he thanked us for praying as a congregation because the prayers offered great comfort. They’d seen God move in their situation. He said, “I really don’t know how anyone goes through difficult times without the people of God.”

 

Some Sundays you don’t even need a sermon. I was surrounded by God’s faithful. No matter what we go through, we cling to Jesus and ask our brothers and sisters to go through it with us. Some Sundays being with the people of God is all I need.

 

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