Another Morning

There is something to be said about waking up to see another morning. This past week was one that reminded us of the frailty of life. Not only the passing of the Pope but the entire lead up of Holy Week itself.

Even after attending church regularly for the last several years, joining the Fellowship committee, and attending the men’s breakfast every week I don’t consider myself to be overly religious. I was at church last week everyday but Saturday, I attended three separate services, and helped to cook a dinner for the church.

This morning I am headed to the church for more Bible study and fellowship. I admit part of why I decided to write a daily gratitude journal was because of the sermon this past Sunday, but at the same time during that sermon when the pastor mentioned Jesus taking away the sins of the world and suffering for us I questioned my faith. I am unsure if I go to the church for the salvation or the community. At the end of the day I find myself to be far more theological than religious.

The thought that this is the morning that God made for us is one I find comfort in. Not because I think God reached down and handcrafted this moment just for us, but because waking up to see another day is special is its own right. You know the college basketball saying, “Survive and advance.” That’s what life feels like some times. We’re just trying to make it one more day. That survival is its own form of victory.

There is something great about the early morning too. There is a stillness before the world comes awake. There is beauty, depth, and meaning in that stillness. Slowly the sun rises over the horizon, birds begin the sound their song, and the world slowly wakes behind them.