Just back from worship, at the 8:30 service. I was hoping to hang around the church building long enough to say a few words to the assembled folks during the announcements period at the 11:00 service, and then head home, but I couldn't make it that long. I'm astonished at my lack of endurance.

But what a moving experience it was, to be surrounded by worshipers this morning. I didn't have the strength to sing much, but I was carried by those sitting around me! Their voices carried me! What a blessing from God's gracious love.

My experience over these past weeks is teaching me anew how important are all those things I've been preaching and teaching myself over the decades. When we assemble in a worshiping community, those who are strong carry those who are weak -- not just physically, but spiritually and emotionally as well. What blessing and healing from God! And, of course, from week to week, from month to month, we go from being strong to weak to strong, according to what is happening to us.

How can anyone possibly regard worship as optional?