For the first time in our Christian lives we experienced the total despair of essentially giving up and not going anywhere for almost six or seven months. And I didn’t miss it. I didn’t miss the clueless worship, lack of Bible, historical ignorance, Great Commission absence or lack of community. If your church has no community, then staying home on Sunday isn’t much different from going on Sunday morning except for the lack of driving and going through the motions in a service that grates on you from beginning to end as people ignore you on the way in and the way out. I can’t justify not going – I know the commandment and I know I was not keeping it, but I didn’t see any way to keep it and stay sane.
This is very well put. I myself had that experience 25 years ago, after a serious illness. I have never been a regular church-goer since, although I remain a committed Christian. Not because I do not want to be; but because I could not afford the drain of strength from non-church any longer. I would gladly support a church that supported me. As it is, my giving goes to St Andrew the Great in Cambridge, where I received the only help that I have received in all that time since.
This experience must be commonplace. Is there some way, I wonder, for all us Christians who can’t face the non-churches, yet remain faithful, to link up somehow?