Saturday Night

 "And upon the first day of the week, when the disciples came together to break bread, Paul preached unto them, ready to depart on the morrow; and continued his speech until midnight. And there were many lights in the upper chamber, where they were gathered together. and there sat in a window a certain young man named Eutychus, being fallen into a deep sleep: and as Paul was long preaching, he sunk down with sleep, and fell down from the third loft, and was taken up dead. And Paul went down, and fell on him, and embracing him said, Trouble not yourselves; for his life is in him." Acts 20: 7-10

I couldn't help but think of these verses last Sunday morning. People were yawning, heads were nodding, falling, and then jerking upright; some people had what I call, 'The Stares.'  It's when this person is literally gazing off into the distance not really looking or comprehending anything at all.  They don't even blink.  It's sleeping with their eyes open.

What are all these people doing on Saturday night that cause them to come to church Sunday morning exhausted?

-Hard work?

-Or hard play?

I realize there will be times when staying up late on a Saturday night is unavoidable, but napping in church every Sunday morning is not True Worship.  Doesn't our Saviour deserve more?

My advice to the weary...

    Go to bed early...

        And be thankful your chair is not near a window...

            But that's just me!

"And he did evil, because he prepared not his heart to seek the LORD."

2 Chronicles 12:14