Everyday Worship


Every day can be Sunday if you work it right. God is everywhere . . . all you have to do is look.

The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon him, to all that call upon him in truth. —Psalm145:18 (kjv)

My place of worship is sometimes the front seat of the ranch pickup. Sometimes it’s my kitchen table. It can be a mossy boulder of basalt lava, shaded by a sweet-smelling ponderosa pine tree. Or it can be on a stack of baled hay in the barn with an unseen batch of kittens mewing somewhere nearby. Here, it’s easy to sit right next to God.

As a child, my family and I were members of a small Lutheran church. I miss it now that I’ve made my way as a rancher. It is a downside to living so far from town and working seven days a week. I miss the old hymns sung off-key. I miss Pastor Bob and his broad smile of genuine welcome. I miss the potlucks with the inevitable lutefisk and the Scandinavian dishes. I miss catechism class, all three of us.

Although I sincerely long for the companionship and fellowship of a church congregation, every day can be Sunday if I work it right. God is everywhere . . . all I have to do is look.

Dear Lord, give me comfort when I miss Your people. My heart belongs to You, and that’s the important part.
Digging Deeper: Pss 5:7, 99:5; Eph 5:19–20
Written by Erika Bentsen
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