I have much to write you, but I do not want to do so with pen and ink. I hope to see you soon, and we will talk face to face. Peace to you. The friends here send their greetings. Greet the friends there by name. –3 John 1:13-14
Several years ago, long after Penny started home schooling the kids, we awoke one Sunday morning. Actually, Penny awoke. She rolled out of bed ahead of the rest of us, fired up the coffee pot, and listened to the music that would get her through the next hour of grumbles and complaints. Then, as the time drew closer, she started to rouse the rest of the house. Alyson could wake herself. Olivia, we always allowed to sleep as long as possible. I’d generally roll out a few minutes before Penny came to wake me. That left Tom.
Penny went to Tom’s room and, in her most cherubic voice, cooed, “Thomas, time to get up for church.”
“I don’t want to get up,” he replied.
“But you need to get up now so we can go to church.”
That’s when he uttered a fine line: “Can’t we home church?”
Many people seem to think that home churching is just as good as church churching. They believe, perhaps, that by saving the time required to dress and drive to the church house, by saving the gas, and so forth, they’re actually being good stewards. Why, they might ask, when you can tune in Joel Osteen on the tube, would you trouble yourself by going to First Church of the Whatever?
Those people are wrong. While many things can be accomplished by text messages and blog entries, humans were created for face-to-face contact. We are not meant to follow Christ as an independent study class. We’re meant to come together as the body. This doesn’t mean that we need to be at the church every time the key turns, but we do need to be a body.