On the Importance of Worship
Yesterday as I exited my shower my pager went off—I’m working hotpager duty this week—and thus I put off my morning toilet of hair-combing, tooth-brushing, face-shaving and hair-braiding to answer the summons. I ended up needing to drive all the way up to Boulder in order to deal with a hosed machine which had lost network connectivity (and its mind, but that’s another tale). As a result of all this, I was unable to go to church. I don’t know how the irreligious do it
I missed going to church; my whole week is now a lesser thing; I have left something incomplete. It’s not that I am a creature of habit; those who know me can vouch that I am too sloppy to have habits. It’s just that it is important to worship God properly and to receive the sacraments regularly.
I suppose that the irreligious get through it because they don’t know what they’re missing. Much like the blind man cannot conceive of colour or the deaf man sound, neither can those who deny God understand what it is to worship Him.
Anyway, I’m rather put out by the whole thing.
