I had told Cindy, Saturday night, that I did not think that I wanted to go to church on Sunday. I was worried about the volume of the worship service. But something had changed Sunday morning as we were all sitting at the breakfast table. I was realizing that, for the second week in a row, I had become somewhat unplugged. All this week, I have had the gamut of emotions regarding my hearing and reactions to the medication. What I realized that I needed, right now, was a little noise. I find the hardest part of worship is letting go of the knowledge that there are people around me. To let go, and enter into an audience of one.
Pastor Jim started his series on James. Prior to starting, he shared that he had been having problems with his hearing. He noticed the problem when his cell-phone sounded different in one ear, more so than in the other. From across the sanctuary, Cindy and I immediately locked eyes: that was exactly how I first noticed something wasn't right. I liked how Jim put "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance" into context with what I had been going through. Our faith is not tested in the good times, but, when bad times comes, and the rubber meets the road, our faith is proven. Paul was not asking us to do the impossible, like jump for the moon, but something completely obtainable...to consider the testing of your faith through various means a joy.