Oh my! That sentence needs a comma.
Let’s eat, Grandpa.
Now that’s better.
Commas are a very important part of writing.
A punctuation mark (,) indicating a pause between parts of a sentence. It is also used to separate items in a list and to mark the place…
A minute interval or difference of pitch.
But I’ve never been very good with commas–in writing, speaking, or life.
In writing, I tend to add unnecessary commas. In speaking, some of you probably wish I would take a “minute interval” of breath. And in life, well, I need to add a few there.
One way that I add a comma to my life is by attending my church’s mid-week service. There is Bible based teaching and activities for everyone as well as a convenient and delicious supper option in the fellowship hall.
While I’ve learned this is a comma my life needs, its not a comma I insert easily. When Wednesday rolls around I’m halfway through the week and halfway through my list. I feel the pull to stay home, shift into high gear, and get caught up. I’ve actually tried that. It doesn’t work. Here’s what helps me add that much needed comma:
1. Make it a habit
I’ve decided to be there. Every Wednesday evening. No matter what. My attendance doesn’t depend on the programming, the menu, or the weather.
2. Make it a priority
I’ve also decided to make it a priority. That means I don’t allow other Wednesday activities to over-lap with church time. Our Wednesday afternoon schedule includes leaving a margin of time to grab a snack (if we aren’t eating at or before church), grab a shower, and get there on time.
3. Make it meaningful
I’m an introvert. Actually, I’m an extroverted-introvert. The introvert in me wants to “slide in and slide out”. You know what I mean. I want to go to Bible study, learn something, be blessed, and go home. Without having to talk to anyone. Or listen to anyone talk to me. (Is that too honest?) Probably. But it’s true. You’ve probably felt that way at times.
I’ve also learned that I miss something when I go with that attitude. I miss connecting with other believers. I miss hearing a prayer request. I miss sharing (and halving) my burden. I miss the laughter and the tears. I miss part of why God created us to be a body of believers.
My list is still there when I get home; but, the fellowship and teaching I experienced at church were just the pause I needed. Bring it on, Thursday!
What commas do you place in your life?