We haven’t ceased to be the church. We’ll never cease to be that. But I miss the gathering.
It’s been a month.
Four full Sundays of worship at home.
And with every week that goes by, I realize more than ever how much I miss it.
No, not the building. You can have the building.
Not even the event. You can have that, too.
I miss the people.
I miss gathering as the church.