On the first Sunday of 2019, our church started a Sunday evening service. Actually, it’s more accurate to say that we “resurrected” it. Like many churches, our Sunday night service died a slow death years earlier. The funeral was over by the time I became pastor. For the next several years, most of us were content to keep it buried.
I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy having the second half of my Sundays off. I relished the opportunity to relax with my family before charging into another week of ministry.
But over time I became increasingly concerned about our lack of corporate prayer as a church. Plus a growing number of us wanted additional time for fellowship in a less formal, more interactive format for the sake of mutual encouragement—something we could all do together as a church family, not just in small groups.
This exhortation from Hebrews increasingly weighed on my heart:
Let us hold on to the confession of our hope without wavering, since he who promised is faithful. And let us watch out for one another to provoke love and good works, not neglecting to gather together, as some are in the habit
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