And not a few have wandered off again. Family disruptions, other attractions and relationships, whatnot -- they get in the way, and the person who once came every Sunday and was getting serious about following Jesus and was growing in his or her ability to pray now does so very seldom. Some not at all. I stay in touch with many of them; others, I see only now and then. And I try not to nag at them. I hate being a scold. But oh, if you could know how deeply I want to see you in church, how much I miss you, how jealous I am of the things that now occupy your attention. And as much as I long to see you back here, where you belong, imagine what God feels when he sees us wandering about. As if we didn't belong to anybody.
You are wanted and you are loved. Come home.