Every other Sunday I drive about a half an hour to a neighboring community where a nursing home has asked our church to come and conduct a worship service.
Originally I volunteered to be on a team for this ministry - - - somehow that grew into me being the team leader, and some weeks the entire team.
So, twice a month for the past year I have been going to sing, pray, and worship with these sweet people.
Some weeks when I arrive, I learn that one of "my people" has passed away during the intervening two weeks. NO matter how many times that happens, I never get "used" to it.
Confession is good for the soul, or so they say, so I will confess right here: each time it is my week to go to the nursing home I find myself wishing I didn't have to make the trip and take up most of my Sunday afternoon. It is true. I am basically selfish. I probably would never choose to do this ministry just because I WANTED to.
But, I have made a commitment, so I pull myself together and I go.
Every single time, I am blessed to have gone and am so thankful I did.