I Was Never A Boy Scout
I never was a Boy Scout.
I wanted to be. To be honest, I had no idea what Scouts did when I was a kid. I’m not sure why. I never thought to ask one what they did.
My imagination took control of what I learned about them from TV. I thought every weekend for a Scout was spent marching through the woods to another campsite.
Truth be told, I really wanted to be a Scout because of the uniforms. I’ve always been a sucker for uniforms. I used to use my version of the Internet, the World Book encyclopedia, to look at every military uniform available.
For whatever reason, though, I never became a Boy Scout and never learned what it meant to be prepared the way they were taught.
I ask myself all the time if I’m prepared for church when Sunday rolls around.
Did I get enough sleep?
Did I get my clothes ready the night before?
Did I eat enough so that my stomach doesn’t growl right in the middle of the sermon?
Those aren’t the most important questions, though.
Did I spend the week in worship so that I can worship on Sunday?
Did I spend time in prayer preparing for corporate worship?
Did I spend time in God’s word preparing for, well, everything?
I don’t like the answers to a lot of these questions. Why?
Because I’m not prepared to answer them.
Do you prepare for worship?