The age old dilemma still exists within me. Do I choose to sleep in on Sunday or do I drag my rebellious body out of bed to go to church. Where I and other Jesus Freaks meet is where Jesus is within our midst and at those moments we become “the Church”. His Church however does not necessarily inhabit any specific building on any specific day. I could blame my lack of desire on my non-accompanying atheistic husband but truth be told I have other reasons for not wanting to go to Sunday service. Although this resistant soul didn’t want to go to worship service this morning, I am glad that I did. I often find that when I least want to go is when I get the most enjoyment out of it.