Since I quit Sunday morning…
Other people understand me better. Maybe that’s because I stopped using strange words and wrong grammar just because it made sense to the 200 same people I saw every Sunday.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
Jesus got a lot bigger and a lot more real. I started to believe that all the buildings in town aren’t enough to hold all the people who are interested in a Jesus who can’t fit into Sunday morning.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I started rolling with the punches more. Surprises didn’t upset me quite so much. Maybe that’s because Jesus didn’t have to arrange everything he wanted to do and say into the Sunday morning schedule.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I realized that God’s sovereignty meant that I’m not allowed to blame others for my difficulties. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t around a weekly culture of one denomination or congregation always blaming the other.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I got a lot better at what I did. I became a better writer, better mediator, better leader among my personal “twos and threes” who look up to me, a better friend to my peers… I also got a lot more humble with everyone. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t being told that the rest of the world was all wet every Sunday morning.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I studied the Bible a lot more. I read Revelation 100 times, then translated it from Greek. I finished my 90k word book on theology. And, I wrote 52bible.com to help other people learn the Bible. In fact, I also taught other people a lot more about the Bible since I didn’t have to sit and shut up while a paid professional “did things right”.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I made a lot more friends. I had to. Maybe that’s because I no longer had my friends assigned to me.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I had a lot of new ideas that made life better for myself and others. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t stuck talking about the same topics with the same questions with the same answers Sunday morning after Sunday morning.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
Morality got a lot easier. Sin just didn’t seem interesting anymore. Maybe I grew thicker skin, not being so “sheltered” and all by Sunday morning.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
Money got easier to understand. I’m not afraid to charge a client for my time. I have a better guess as to what things will make a profit rather than put me in debt. Maybe that’s because I’m not in one of the most expensive, least-used buildings in town, funded by passive-aggressive pseudo-expected donations to an organization that is required by law to lose money, every Sunday morning.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I talk to more friends about Jesus. When we meet up for lunch or coffee, we get down to business and talk serious, pronto. Maybe that’s because I don’t have to shoot the breeze and put on a fake face that says, “I’m on top!” every Sunday morning and call it “fellowship”.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I was a lot less territorial. I was less territorial about friends, property, time, money—though, I’m not sure why that would be.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I didn’t feel like I had to “catch” people when I made new friends. I’m not sure why that is either.
Since I quit Sunday morning…
I wasted a lot less time in my life. I write, I learn, I study, I research, and I jump start projects that bring in money and make the world a better place—both with the money and with the projects themselves. Maybe that’s because I’m not busy every Sunday focused on nice clothes to impress people who already know what my living room looks like. I just have time for other priorities nowadays.
I quit Sunday morning because, basically, there was no place for me there. See, I love Jesus. I want to know him big time. I want to see his kingdom come to solve our problems. Frankly, Sunday morning seemed to be the biggest obstacle in the way of his kingdom coming into my own life.
I’m not lazy. I’ve read my Bible every day since 1999, save 7 days I forgot. I studied Bible in college and I believe what it says. I still listen to awesome Bible teachers as often as I can and I pray a lot. Many times I heard people say that “quitting Sunday morning is for a lazy, anything goes life”. They turned out to be wrong.
Should you quit Sunday morning? I think your life already speaks for itself to help you answer that question for yourself. After all, I don’t answer for your life. You don’t answer for my life. No one answers for your life but you—and that goes for everyone.
But as for me, I quit Sunday morning. I just had to, you see. Since then, a lot has changed. And frankly, I like the change. I think Jesus does too.