Why I’m a Believer in Church Attendance

08/17/2012

Why I’m a Believer in Church AttendanceWith our culture slowly and steadily shying away from attending local churches, I thought I’d offer my reasons for attending a local congregation.  I’ve always attended churches, and yet I understand the frustration many have with the modern church establishment.  I understand that the body of Christ seems to have sold out to politics (on both sides of the fence), I get that local congregations are often not the greatest sources of God’s grace, I have attended churches that served more as a bunker than a hospitalI get those things

But there’s something about coming together as a local expression of the body of Christ that’s powerful.  There’s something about a group being able to gather together as broken messed up people, seeking grace, seeking God.  The early church had no problem attending a local meeting, none of them considered Christianity something that was individualized.  Rather in was a communal practice.

Following Jesus was never about the individual, but rather about the community that makes up the Bride of Christ.

No one in the early church is noted to having attended a specific congregation because that one had the best music, or a great children’s program, or even because of their pastor/preacher/elder.  Rather they gathered together to encourage one another, to take the Lord’s Supper together.

It’s hard to love one another when you’re by yourself.  It’s hard to encourage one another when you don’t have a local body you belong to.

If you go, why do you go to church?  If not, what’s holding you back?

2 responses to Why I’m a Believer in Church Attendance

  1. Some reasons I attend my local church:
    1) My parents did it, and so do I.
    2) An opportunity to connect with the body of Christ.
    3) I want to set a good example for my kids.
    4) Acts 2 and Hebrews 10:24-25
    5) Home base to refuel for serving the rest of the week.
    6) Life change happens here.

  2. I love going to church. It gives me a pause that I would not get otherwise. It tslls me that it’s not just about me. I love the shared experience with my brothers and sisters. What I don’t like is when someone tells me when or how often I have to be there. I resist others trying to structure my life for me.