Better Together

*This post first appeared on True Reflections

There are twelve miles of wide-open road between my house and my church. Speed limit 45. Along that route, there’s a bend in the road where I click the Jeep’s cruise control down a few miles per hour to match the limit posted on the sign. In that bend, I can assume there will be a county Sherriff’s deputy tucked in among the brush and rubble of an abandoned restaurant. He might be running radar or filing paperwork.  Either way, his presence slows me down.  The black and gold colors remind me of what I already know: The speed limit’s 45, Shena! Slow. your. roll.


Hebrews 10:24-25 ESV

By the time I cross paths with Mr. Sherriff’s Deputy, I’m all ten-and-two, eyes-on-the-road, doin’-the-speed-limit. Thank you very much. Because I know he’s there. I know he’s checking my obedience. And, hello, I don’t want to get a ticket on my way to CHURCH!

Whether I’m going to a mid-week Bible study or Sunday Church Day, I get to church ticket-free (so far). And I get there fast. Because I love it. I crave church. I’m better because of it. I’m not better in the ten-and-two-driving-past-the-deputy sense of the word. I’m certainly not what some would call “better behaved”; because something about church and God’s word and gathering with these folks makes me feisty, and energetic, and a bit unbridled. Actually, I think church makes me more like me. More like the me God created. 

Recently, my church hosted a mid-week worship and prayer night. I was there alone. My husband and son were not flanking my sides as they do on Sundays. (I feel God so purely when the three of us worship together.) But that evening I was solo. And late. And the band was passionately quiet, singing “Do it Again.” The reality of the lyrics settled into my heart.  “Your promise still stands. Great is Your faithfulness. I’m still in Your hands. This is my confidence, You’ve never failed me yet.” Thank you, Jesus, for your faithfulness.

The song ended and we were prompted to pray with the people we came with. Or, in my case, the other late-comers seated behind me–two lovely mamas whom I adore. We chatted and hugged and uncharacteristically went to our knees. Kneeling in a triangle, holding each others’ hands, we prayed. I listened to the honey-sweet testimony of a child healed from infection. We prayed thanksgiving. I heard the heart-aching plea for God to show himself as kind and near. We prayed for revelation. I shared how good and clear God had been in answering my prayers. We prayed nothing. I couldn’t speak.


“I’m still in your hands. This is my confidence.” Photo courtesy Cobblestone Community Church

After the service, sitting in my car preparing for the 12-mile drive home, I realized my heart had been stirred. My faith had grown. Testimonies and vulnerabilities and encouragements. These things had grown me. It’s not the first time. It happens frequently. Meeting like that, in a building where other Jesus-followers are meeting, moves my introverted feet forward in my faith. 

In Hebrews 10, the author describes how life changed for God’s people once Jesus came. When Jesus died on the cross, he cleared away our sins (all of them!) and then laid a path for us to draw up close to God. Then the author says, basically (my paraphrase), “Do it. Draw near and hold onto hope!” Then in verses 24 and 25 he says: “And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.”

How kind of this friend of the Hebrews to say, “Hey, don’t you forget about each other. Think about how you can support and encourage and love your fellow Christians to love better and act better. Let them do the same for you. And, by the way, you can only do this well if you’re seeing them, meeting with them.”

That is what I witnessed that evening at church and many days before and since! The closeness of meeting together stirred me up and spurred me on toward love and right actions. Other days, friends have come alongside to straighten my path, post a speed limit, gently call me out of my disobedience (or more likely my disbelief).


My morning walk reminder to slow my roll.

Years ago I traveled that stretch of going-to-church road to spend time studying the book of Hebrews with a woman whose example I admired greatly. One conversation wound about, per usual, from Bible study-ing to wife-ing, to mom-ing. Our chat landed on the little hurts I was letting fester. And over hot tea and honey, knees pulled up on the couch, she told me (and these are my words of her gentle reprimand) I was wrong and impulsive in my reactions to small offenses. She pointed me to Scripture that said I should be “quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger” because “human anger does not produce the righteousness God desires.” (James 1:19-20) She encouraged me to spend the next week studying and praying about what God has to say about covering minor offenses in love. 

God did a sweet, chiseling work in that “meeting together” with a woman wiser and bolder than I. He used her to tell me to slow down, to know God’s truth, and act in obedience. Then He planted that time she and I spent together in my memory. It became the kinder, less intimidating deputy reminding of what I already knew: Slow to anger, Shena! Choose love.

In growing closer to God, I can study alone. I can hear the voice of God in His scriptures. I can feel His presence through prayer. But I travel the distance to meet together because, as a believer, I am placed on both sides of the Hebrews 10 passage. I meet to be encouraged and to offer encouragement. To be stirred and to stir.  I need to hear and I need to say, “Be encouraged, grow your faith. And, Girl, sometimes, slow. your. roll.”

Who are your “meet together” folks? Can you sense the position you fill when you meet together with other believers? I pray you can. Do you know there’s a gap left when you don’t? I pray you’ll step into it.

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