Sunday is not the day of worship.
Today we took a day off of sorts. We went on to the next town, but it was just 10-ish miles away. Easiest day so far.
I’d like to think we took off because it’s Sunday and we should go to one of the many churches we have seen that have nobody in them. Nope, it just happened to be Sunday and it worked out to be an easy day in our long list of daily jaunts.
But …
I was listening to Michael W Smith as I walked. He did a live concert and the song Agnus Dei came on. It’s from Revelation 4. Worthy is the Lamb. He is Holy.
I am not a raise your hands up and sing kind of Christian. Nor am I unashamed of my faith. I will share anywhere, to anyone, anytime.
Before I left the States, I committed to pray (among other things) for a group of girls in Chattisggarh, India who have no home. I ask God daily to give them a home. I am provided for daily as a pilgrim. I want them to be provided for.
Our Father. He’s my father and their father. Holy is your name. I begin my prayer. As I walked, MW Smith sang ‘Worthy is the Lamb. You are holy.’ Suddenly the wind picked up, I looked up and raised my arms up! I don’t know why. Or maybe I do know why.
The next thing I did was look around to see who might be watching me.
Sunday is not the day of worship. Every day is a day of worship.
Today was a good day, a short day, a restful day, a day full of worship as I continued my trek.
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