I am blessed when I read Psalm 122. It is called a song of degrees. Several Psalms are said to be songs of degrees. They would be sung by people as they marched to the entrance of the temple. All people did not come at the same time. But some might be a group and they would do a song of degrees as they made their way to the temple doors. Such a song was an enjoyment to sing together. Many of the Psalms were really Jewish songs. I like especially Psalm 122:1. It reads, "I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord."
The house of the Lord is much like our churches today. The Lord's people make their way each Sunday and we look forward to it all week. What a blessing we would miss if we did not have a place of worship. So many look upon going to church as a big bore. But what a mistake a person makes to take such a thought. I look from each Sunday to the next when the Lord's people will get together again. My church is a happy place and my life would be empty without it.
In Hebrews 12:22ff the writer tells of the people fearing to be in the presence of God. But it goes on to speak of the joy to be in the presence of the Lord through his church. It reads like this, "But ye are come unto Mount Zion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn, which are written in heaven, and to God the judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect." The bible tells us not to forsake the assembling together but be faithful to his church. Upon the first day of the week we are to lay by to the Lord. It is truly the Lord's day.
I was brought up going to church. I value my parents who were also church goers. They didn't drop us children off to come get us later. They went with us. The first year at college, my out of the Army brother, and I went to Michigan to work a couple of months and make a little money for college in the fall. I remember the first Sunday there he wanted us to go to a swimming hole on the first Sunday morning. We did but I was disturbed. While we were swimming I thought of my church at home at Childress and I knew the people would be there. But I was in Michigan swimming. I must say it convicted me not to be in the house of e Lord. I stayed on the job in Michigan and the next Sunday my sister said they wanted me to go to church. Those words were music to my ears. Like the Psalmist I was glad when she said unto me, go with us to church. I felt better the next week. I was up there six weeks and went the next five weeks in a church worshiping. I was 18 years old.