Me In India. It looks like I am praying but I am actually peeling a mango.
I often hear people tell me they see no reason to go to church. I agree....and disagree at the same time. When I was younger, much younger, I was a student of yoga and the big deal for us budding yogis was to make a trek to India and sit at the feet of the master. I have never regretted my own trip to India but at the same time I don't think my spiritual evolution was quickened by the four months I lived there. What the experience did do was it forced me to be more disciplined in my study and meditation. I was with a group of people who would spend three and four hours a day in meditation. If I had spent that same amount of time stateside the results would have been similar.
So...why go to church. When I attend services, I am encouraged to focus on God's message to me. I get to join others in worship and meditation. I become a part of a community of believers. I realize that I am part of something much bigger than myself. Most of all I find myself reflecting on my relationship to God.
When I walk out of church on Sunday and in my case Wednesday, I feel as if my physical and spiritual selves are more balanced. I am a better person for it.