For the last five years (almost all of our married life), my husband Adam’s schedule has not allowed for us to regularly attend church together. He never had a Sunday off unless he took it as vacation.
Our first morning off together every week was Monday. Mondays were awful. We spent the day feeling out-of-whack. Even after years of this schedule, it never felt natural or even comfortable. Generally, the day would not pass without us finding some reason to fight. I dreaded our weekends. Then something changed.
He was finally granted a schedule with Sundays off. Easter Sunday this year was the start of this new schedule for us, and the beginning of us being able to attend church as a family. Every week! This may not seem like a big deal to you, but it was a day we’d been praying for.
I was thrilled to realize that, after a couple weeks of the new routine, we were no longer at each other’s throats for Adam’s first day off. Being in God’s house centers us. It brings us back to our foundation — our marriage began in church, and that’s where it will flourish. (Okay, our marriage began on the beach, with a pastor. Maybe we’d be even more “centered” on the beach! Amen to that.)
Sure, we have our arguments like any couple, but I can no longer set my watch by the timing of our Monday morning mayhem. We are spending more time enjoying each other.
I’ve heard it said over and over that attending church together is hugely important to a marriage, and I believed it, but I never knew it made such a difference. Communion with God begets communion with our fellow man. When we start our time together by pursuing God as a couple, everything just makes sense.
Have you been there? Can you tell a difference when you miss church?