It's Sunday again. Where do you think i spent it? Well, at church of course, not because i have nothing else to do, but because that's where i belong. Sunday is a day of rest. That doesn't mean to spend it literally sleeping away all 24 hours of the day, but to provide a time of rest from your labors and allow you to simply focus on God. I have been reading my Bible and praying each day, but that doesn't mean that i have been able to focus my heart and mind on God in the manner that it needs to be. Things were more hectic than usual. It was nice just to spend a day in God's house...

When i say, i spent the day there, i literally meant it. We had a celebration as soon as the morning service was over to thank God for the ministry he had allowed Keith and Debbie to do over the past 20 years. From what i hear, that's a very long time for someone as talented as Keith is to be leading worship at the same church... The whole thing ended about 2:15. The missions committee meeting was set to begin at 3:00. I would have had time to run home, park, walk into the house, walk back out and head back to the church. That didn't sound like a very brilliant plan to me, so i stayed around and waited for 45 minutes. Three o'clock finally neared and we began. It wouldn't be right for me to post what we talked about during the meeting, so i shall refrain from doing so. After an hour, my head started to droop. After an hour and a half, i thought, ok. i can take it, just 30 more minutes, tops. At 5:00, i made the motion that we finish up and all go home to take Sunday afternoon siestas. While discussing the next meeting time at 5:30 i suggested that we didn't need to meet for a couple months since we had used plenty of time during this meeting. At 6:00, i rejoiced that the three hour meeting was finally over. I slowly walked out and began my trek across the parking lots. I was pretty stiff after staying in the same place so long. As i arrived home, i began to think what three hours actually was. I love foreign missions and want to be a missionary when i grow up, but if i'm not even willing to sit through a three hour meeting without complaining, what does that say about my future in missions? What does that say about the level of importance missions hold in my life? It's not hard for me to spend 3 hours online checking facebook, returning e-mails, instant messaging, and writing a blog. If God has called me to do missions, it should come before any of this stuff. I'll say now, in the future, it will. I have it in writing =)