Changes at Church

Church has become a terribly sad place.  It is filled with more memories than it is with their fulfillment.  There is a labored sense to the singing as it becomes more dirge-like -- the same few hymns moaned or shouted in accompaniment to a service become so frightfully routine.  The preaching sounds as hard to speak as it is to hear, and each week there are fewer people.  I appreciate the boys coming along but I sense that given a choice they would readily be anywhere else.  I would too.  It is more burden than celebration.  We endure.