The sofa looked inviting after a long and busy day. There was a regularly scheduled TV program I wanted to see that I invariably missed. As a third excuse for not going to the Wednesday testimony meeting I reasoned I deserved a change because I'd been so faithful in my attendance for years. Surely just one person missing one service wouldn't make that much difference.
But just before I gave up my accustomed Wednesday evening schedule, I thought, Father, what You decide, what You will, be done. Not what I think I want to do or what human opinion might say I should do.
I had scarcely leaned back against the comfortable pillows when the question came forcefully to thought, What if you couldn't go to church? And as I was still struggling with the implications of this question, it returned with a new emphasis: What if— you couldn't go?
