Yesterday my spouse and I were taking a morning walk in our neighborhood. We have the luxury of a fairly long “greenbelt” of parkway through the area, with lots of trees and grass. It’s the best thing about the neighborhood, really. It has been a saving grace for when most things have been closed due to the COVID restrictions here in California. The latest restrictions have been a rollback of places and times available to the regular citizen as the infection rate has gone up in my state. The rollback has not been met with much joy by, well, anyone, here. The months of quarantine have been long.
While we were walking, we approached a sizeable group of younger men seated in chairs on the grass, facing another man. The men were a diverse group, different skin tones and ethnic backgrounds. They fanned out underneath a large shade tree.
It became clear that this was a Bible study or church group gathering. Each person was distanced from the other, and they were outdoors, with no tent. The sky was a beautiful crisp blue.
As we passed, the man at the front of the group led them in prayer.
I caught the tail end of his prayer, and raised my hand in respect, as I might do inside a brick and mortar church during services.
“…we pray, in Jesus’ name…Amen.”
I respect the intention of getting together with God, outside the building, if it is closed to you for services. Pray with a stubborn faith.
If you can’t get in to the church, take the church outside with you.
The sight of these men together in peaceful worship gave me joy.