Yesterday, my wife and I propped ourselves up on a pew (bed) and tuned into an online worship service. This is how people “do church” in 2020 QA (the Quarantine Age). But it wasn’t new to us.
Back in the ‘90s, our then-toddler daughter kept catching colds at church. This was no surprise. After all, kids are viral airports, where infections land and take off with great regularity. In fact, quite a few of those infection flew to us. No big, we could handle it.
The one who couldn’t handle it, however, was our daughter. After several mere colds turned into full-blown bronchial infections requiring hospitalization, we learned she had asthma. Once we’d left her crying in a hospital ventilation tent (we weren’t allowed to stay all night), there was no longer a choice. We:
- Bought a home ventilator
- And stopped attending public worship
For almost two years, we “did church” at home every Sunday morning. We read Scripture, discussed it in depth, sang, prayed, and sometimes cried together. I knew I’d married a godly woman, but was constantly delighted at Trudy’s spiritual insights. Did we miss interacting with others? Eventually, yes. But at first we were simply entranced at how meaningful and sweet a time it had become. We also loved worshipping in our jammies with a steady supply of gourmet coffee and biscotti at hand.
Our daughter eventually turned into a wonderful asthma-free adult, by the way.
So yesterday, for novel reasons (novel coronavirus, to be exact), we resumed our Sunday morning worship via that newfangled device they call “the internet.” Yes, we’re going to miss the live presence others, but for now it’s a wonderful reminder of how much we also love “doing church” at home together.
And our coffee is still the best.