Summer is vacation time and most of us take at least some of our vacation in the summer. It’s a great time – being away from home; away from work – just relaxing and having a good time. We can forget about schedules and work pressure. Hopefully nobody is calling us from the office to solve problems that only you can solve. We can pretty much forget about all the stuff that we deal with on a day-to-day basis and frankly forgetting about that stuff is a very good thing.
There is something we can’t allow ourselves to forget about though. It is our Father in Heaven. He travels very well. In fact, since He’s with us every day, He’s already part of our vacation and the best way to honor this presence is by being in worship on Sunday morning, no matter where you are.
My parents set a very good example for Glenn and me when we traveled. Sunday morning was a place and time for worship and no matter where we were, we found a church to worship in. From a Baptist Church in Panama City, Florida to a large Presbyterian Church in Schenectady, N.Y., we always found a place to be in God’s presence.
It has been no different since I’ve been an adult. Wherever we’ve been, we’ve been able to meet with our Maker on Sunday morning. Not only has our time in different churches been spiritually worthwhile, sometimes it’s been entertaining to the point of being downright funny. While visiting Glenn & Mary who were working one summer at Camp Susquehanna in the Endless Mountains of northeast Pennsylvania, we found a little Catholic Church that held no more than 25/30 people. While standing in the back for the service, our son Josh, probably six or seven at the time, managed to knock all the communion wafers (the host) on the floor. This caused a minor panic but all ended well as we scooped them all up before anybody noticed.
I have worshiped in a dining room on a cruise ship with one of the stewards leading the service. We have worshiped as a family in our hotel room at a remote lodge in Alaska when there was no church for miles.
On our regular family trips to Ocean City, N.J., I have worshipped at the Ocean City Tabernacle where I have been blessed to hear some of America’s great Christian leaders. Norman Vincent Peale, Bishop Fulton Sheen, Robert Schuller, Tony Campolo, Philip Yancey, Admiral Barry Black, Chaplain of the U.S. Senate just to name a few have been inspiring beyond words. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
My point is this, whether you’re in a tiny church in the mountains of Northeast Pennsylvania or a magnificent tabernacle that seats thousands in Ocean City, you will be blessed for being in God’s presence. Remember God travels really well. He is part of our vacation, too. Remember to take Him along with you. He will help remind us of His commandment, “Remember the Sabbath, to keep it holy”.