I saw the inside of a lot of churches when I was kid, Dad was posted to a new Army Base every few years, so there was that. Plus we visited church going relatives during holidays AND it used to be the polite thing to do to accept any invitation to a “special service” at the church of a random co-worker or neighbour. It all added up!
Mostly I remember the mind-numbing boredom, “How many verses can one song have anyway?” I remember something else too though. I remember a hushed sense of awe, a quiet reverence, stained glass windows with the morning sun shining brightly through, huge oak beams and polished wooden pews that smelled of lemon pledge. There was something special about it all, though I could never put my finger on just what.
In all of those church visits I never once heard a clear proclamation of the gospel so when I finally did become a believer I rejected everything that smacked of those empty childhood religious experiences. I’ve since learned that was a mistake.
To profane something is to treat what is holy as though it were common.
That is what Malachi is going after this week… me too!
Pastor Dan
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