Guilty as Charged

In the hustle and bustle of things, I sometimes find myself frustrated. I actually did not feel like going to the devotional prayer last night. The prayer is for a Bible study this Saturday. I thought that maybe I should just stay home and pray on my own. I felt that the time it takes for me to go there is better spent actually inviting visitors. But I think the real frustration stems from the fact that I am really not good at inviting visitors. As I drove there anyhow, I thought that wouldn't it be nice if I'm off in a strange land somewhere, where the church has not taken roots yet and that I set up shop there. Then I would have a whole village to invite! Then my whole focus would be all about worship and service. Every breath would be a prayer. So I got to the prayer maybe 5 minutes late, uncharacteristically but good for me, the prayer has not started yet. At least 4 other people out of 12 were not there. I don't know, having less people than the day before made it more intimate for me. We sang a hymn and prayed. I felt His presence and my frustrations vanished. We are God's children everywhere we may be. I should not just imagine that the only way I would be a better servant is if I'm off somewhere. That actually would be a much easier task, not having the usual distractions of life. What is probably more admirable are the hearts of those who in both the ordinariness and complexities of their lives amidst this chaotic world, still find themselves strong and steadfast in their faith, not ever frustrated of their duties, united with those who lead us, always seeing the big picture as to what would be best for the Church as a whole so that we may all be holy and blameless, ready to meet Christ, our Savior.