I’m Not Going to Small Group Tonight! (Or . . . “You’ll be Glad you Did.”)

It was the last thing I wanted to do-be around a group of people.
I was bone-tired and emotionally spent. A desperate phone call the night before had left Judy and me sleepless. Two of our very best friends had been killed in a car accident in Oregon. Not only did this news break my heart, it also drained me as it pressurized my insane schedule. Somehow I had to find time to fly to Portland, do a wrenching memorial service, fly home, and get back to everything else I had to do. (On that list was taking my teenage daughter to the DMV for her driving exam.)
“I’m not going to small group tonight,” I reported to Judy. “This is nuts!”
“You don’t have a choice. We’re baptizing Brian and Lori (two new believers) in the pool. Everyone’s expecting us,” my bride protested.
“You go if you want,” I replied. “I’m not going; I have too much to do.”
(Though I didn’t say it, I was also thinking that the last thing I wanted to do at that moment was be around a group of people . . . even if it was our church small group.)








I have two problems with that concept of faithfulness: