There is a brother who worships with us at Guy who recently suffered a stroke. He was out of commission for a couple weeks with his vision reduced to–at best–50% capacity and splitting headaches making life miserable.

He worshiped with us on Sunday.

I felt so much shame on behalf of anyone who has ever let a sniffle or a late Saturday night keep them from worshiping God on the Lord’s Day. The way I see it: strong Christians find a way to worship God; weak Christians find a way not to.

It’s as simple as that.