We had the Lord’s Supper at Church last Sunday, and it reminded me of something I wrote a long time ago. I watched the six men who walked the aisles and served us in this solemn moment. They were men I knew from my years at that church, men who had helped me and stood ready to help me and mine again at a moment’s notice. They were ordained, a word I do not take lightly and I know they do not. When we die we call on six to carry the casket. I would be honored for any six of the men at my church to be the last beside me on this orb.
Those Christian Soldiers
Father’s Day had rolled around again. Since there were no children to keep watch over in the Church nursery, I was free to attend services. There they were, all the men of our church who were willing to sing, arrayed before us, like wanna-be Placido Domingos, ready to sing their hearts out.
And sing they did—one of my favorites—“Onward Christian Soldiers.” It was inspiring, they were fantastic. They were a total men’s choir and from it came deep voices and a cloud of testosterone. They should sing this way more often, as they were truly good.
And “being good” is just what I would like to mention to all the women out there. If you think you are interested in being around a good man, well then, go to church. Now, many say that all you find at church are hypocrites, and to that I say, “Great! Where else should they be?!!!” Maybe some goodness will rub off on even a faker, and make him a better person.
But, I have to say from my experience, most of the guys you find at church are “good guys.” They have either found their way there on their own, or they were raised in a church, and continue that way of life in adulthood.
With that in mind, I scanned the faces of those guys. There they were—guys who had built a ramp on the front of our house when my husband needed to get to dialysis; guys who gave me financial advice as I tried to navigate the seas of widowhood, guys who cut the grass at church, who serve the family night dinner, who clean, and paint so we can have a neat little church. There were guys who loved their wives without question—you could see that in those couples as they attended church, looking like a matched set of mittens, so much so that to see one without the other seemed odd. There were men who opened the door for women, and held doors open and umbrellas over us. They were men who worked their jobs, and then made time to commit part of their schedule to church duties.
Yes sir—truly good guys. You know, if you are a Christian and want to meet good people—then you should look no further than your church. No, I am not saying church is a dating center—that this should be the reason you attend church. We all know why one should attend church. I am simply saying, that without the need of a dating service, or online chatter, that you already know you have a group of men committed to doing good, men who perhaps have been influenced by years of sermons, and lessons and good deeds.
Do not sell these guys short, after all if you want to march down the aisle with someone, it might be a good thing to walk next to a guy who has the “Cross of Jesus going on before.”